Angels in running seem common place. Kindness, care and concern – these are character traits that I’ve come to expect in the running community that I’ve become part of. Genuine happiness in successes, real encouragement to keep going and sincere sympathy when things aren’t going according to plan. I see pockets of this in other areas that I move and mix with, but nothing on the scale that I’ve experienced and observed in the running community.
Saturday evening saw me researching sore heels. I iced them, stretched them, read blog posts and medical information about them (Bernie at Get Going, Get Running! has some really helpful information). Each step I took, especially after sitting down, was uncomfortable, alarming and felt like walking on cut glass. Worried! Frightened! Point to Pinnacle training was to start in earnest on Monday.
Sunday I ran anyway, with the aid of Panadol. I simply don’t run fast enough to get an injury. This is what I told myself. It’s just a niggle.
This is where an Angel came in. Hold up a little finger. My Angel is about that big. She is petite. If you had to imagine what Snow White looks like, it is her to a tee. She has dark curly hair, big blue eyes and a porcelain complexion. She has a sweet little voice like Tinker Bell to match!
Flexibility, or lack thereof is what was causing the discomfort.
The Angel flutter around doing flexibility tests. Tittered and fussed and was amazed that I was able to the distances I do with such poor mobility in my ankles and feet. Then this tiny lady proceeded to massage and release areas in the plantar fascia on both feet. You know the silent scream where you screw up your face but try not to embarrass yourself by allowing the sound out? That’s what I was doing. Agony! How could such a sweet little thing have so much power in her fingers??? She is extremely professional, knowledgeable and explained everything to me in layman’s terms.
At the end of the session my ability to flex my feet and ankles had increased by centimetres! My goal is to get my knee to touch the wall with my foot 5cms away from it. I have a lovely spiky ball to massage my feet with (it’s more like an implement of torture). I have to write the alphabet in the air with my feet as many times a day as I can to increase mobility and I have a whole range of stretching exercises.
The Angel put on her stern voice and said that if I didn’t do all this work that the discomfort will turn into plantar fasciitis. Arrrr not that! I’ve been working! In four days I can get my foot to that wall! (I can do this with my heel firmly planted on the floor, the photo doesn’t really show this, it was a difficult angle to take a photo from!) The discomfort has almost gone.
This is the second time the Angel has worked her magic on this running body of mine. Initially running 5kms caused pain to my knees – she fixed this too.
She said that getting in early gives me the very best chance to beat this current niggle. She didn’t tell me not to run! She said that worst case scenario for Point to Pinnacle she will teach me how to strap it up. I’m convinced it’s all going to be ok as long as I work at it.
This Angel is the Osteo that I sometimes see and who Husband sees very regularly due to the physical nature of his work. He calls going to see her his grease and oil change. I’m so grateful to this Angel. The lesson I’ve learnt is not to be worried about going to see someone about a niggle, it doesn’t waste their time, they are happy to help AND it could make a huge difference to keeping on running.
Angels in running – they seem to be everywhere I turn. How can this be so? Perhaps it is all the endorphins released through running and working hard and achieving personal goals. Maybe. Truly I think it’s very simple… Running is a filter that once embraced sifts out anything negative and leaves the positive. Running brings out the very very best in us and makes us happy and joyful.
Happy running 🙂
PS This Sunday I’m in a team marathon event (there are four of us running a quarter each of the 42.2kms). It will be the first time ever that this Unsporty Woman has worn a team uniform and participated with others. Reviewing my opinion of being unsporty… ummmm….. no, still unsporty just doing a few sporty things.