Listen, I love babies. My niece and nephew (OK, they are 2.5 and 5, respectively– not babies) are the loves of my life. (I still call them babies.) Tons of my besties have babies that I adore, including my dear friend Jen, who I am going to visit this weekend. I’ll be meeting little Molly for the first time, just before her 1st birthday!
Anyhow, I’m kidding. Jen, please do not forbid me from coming. I promise I would never even think of punching Molly.
But it’s really difficult for me to express how badly I want to run. It’s been 10 LONG WEEKS since my last run. It’s been practically 4 months now since my PF diagnosis when I cut back on my mileage. I feel like a broken record because I KNOW I’ve repeated this information again and again.
Yeah, I’m appealing for sympathy.
Actually, I’m appealing for good wishes for Friday. Friday is when the PRP is happening.
Whenever I think too much about it, I actually start to feel a bit weak and woozy. I am trying not to freak out about it because that is not helping at all. And my doc is making it sound like it’s no big deal.
I’ve consulted some friends, family, and acquaintances who are doctors and Meggie even put me in touch with a doctor who is pretty serious runner and also had PRP for her PF! (Meggie, you win awesome blog buddy of the year!) This has all made me feel better about going forward with the procedure.
My dear friend Elizabeth, who is getting her PhD in bioethics, sent me a long and informative email with her thoughts on PRP. She detailed a myriad of excellent points, including this one, which had not occurred to me but is very valid:
“…because PRP is not a drug, it is not being marketed by pharmaceutical companies out to
make money. Yes, the treatment itself does obviously cost something and someone is making money off of it, but it doesn’t have the likes of Pfizer or other big pharma companies with huge PR and marketing departments
advertising the treatment to the masses.”
*Eliz, I hope you don’t mind me quoting you, but you’re just so darn eloquent.
The overwhelming consensus from my due diligence is that while it may not work, (PLEASEOHPLEASEOHPLEASEOHPLEASE LET IT WORK) it is not harmful.
But OH PLEASE LET IT WORK.
I have experienced a lot of strife from this little foot injury– some of which I’ve detailed on the blog, but a lot of which I have not. I know it sounds dramatic. But yeah, not running has been really difficult for me. Especially since I have been doing just what I’m supposed to. Plantar fasciitis is the most frustrating injury because it just seems there is never an end in sight, and I have gotten so many instructions that confuse me.
“Try barefoot running!”
“Never EVER go barefoot!”
“Don’t wear flat shoes! They have no arch support!”
“Don’t wear heels! They tighten up your calves!”
Etc etc. People swear by all kinds of remedies, but the most popular ones (the night splint and no running and PT) have obviously not worked for me. Time to pull out the big guns, er needles. WAH.
On a lighter note, I watched the NYC Half on Sunday, which was a lot of fun! Lori PRed and did awesome! Celia and Josie nailed it, too! I was waiting eagerly for Lori to pass at 47th and 7th and snapped a bunch of random photos in the meantime.
I was so excited when I finally saw Lori that I completely forgot to take a pic! Luckily, she sent over this one, in which she looks amahhhhhzing.
So this weekend, I have to get this little pesky injection out of the way, then it’s off to Charlotte for a girls’ weekend. And next weekend… well, next weekend I will go spectate another race (one I am signed up for, sigh) and I will do it with a smile and — I hope– feeling as though I’m on the brink of running again myself. I hope. I hope. I hope. I hope……
*just to further clarify, I would never actually punch a baby**! Look at this face (my nephew, when he actually WAS a baby.) LOVE
**the only baby I would actually punch is that f**king Stewie from Family Guy. I hate that baby.