My right heel's been barking the last couple weeks. Suspected plantar fasciitis at first, I'll bet that's Latin for "needles in yo' foot".
Tried R.I.C.E (rest, ice, compression, elevation) and running through it, but the pain quickened and wrapped around to the top of the hoof. Smells like a stress fracture, so I'm shelving the running laces for 6 weeks to mend.
Burned through a spin class at work, felt fine since cycling pressures the front of the foot, not the heel. As my quads twitched on the first climb of the workout, a wave of fond bike memories from 20 years ago snapped to:
Middle school, meeting up Wednesday nights with a pack of 25 at the local bike shop for a 35 mile ride to a small town dive-bar. They had the best fried chicken, washed down with a slushy cherry Coke. Stomachs rounded from bottomless plates of poultry, a couple vans and trailers hauled us back home. I always slept so well those nights.
1990, I was 14 when Dad and I hammered a tandem 550 miles across Iowa in 7 days on RAGBRAI. Other than sitting on the back of a limo-Schwinn 3" inches behind his sweaty spandexed Glute, it was a great week to spend with my Dad.
The running hiatus has turned into a blessing, giving me an excuse to forsake the pounding for my first love.
Still have the bike from high school. Racked up thousands of miles back in the day, but haven't touched it for a couple decades. This week, I unlatched the trusty Cannondale from the hook and cleaned her up. Rolled a quick 24 miler, she purred as smoothly as I remember. Greasy-grinned the entire ride.
I'm considering retiring from running this year and working the pedals full time. Craigslist's on speed dial, hunting for a used bike carrier for the car and a tag-along to clip Pigtails on back.
Anyone doing RAGBRAI this year?