Rainy Days and Bone Spurs Always Get Me Down
I decided I didn’t want to know what walking 15 miles a day, six days a week would feel like until I had to do it. Long walks three days, usually in a row, mixed in with some yoga and shorter walks. That’s my training schedule.
My dislocated ankle is newer than new. No problems. No lingering pain or discomfort. At the advice of my chiropractor, I ice it after every walk. Real ice. Old-timey pack. Goes great with chugging a glass of wine. Ha.
My initial plan for wet days was to walk in my hiking boots. They’re watertight and designed for rugged terrain. So last weekend, I did fifteen miles in the rain………….and I limped off the Greenway, collapsed in Starbucks and almost couldn’t drag myself out of there. My foot swelled like a demon had taken up residence just under the skin.
Caused by a bone spur.
I’ve had the bone spur for a while, but I had no idea what the wrong pair of shoes could make it do. Like someone lit a flamethrower inside my foot. Or Alien took up residence and wanted out. Yesterday.
I spent even more money and got a pair of Salomon Fast Hikers. My sneakers are also Salomons. I love them, so I hoped the hiking shoes would be equally swell.
Yesterday morning dawned sodden. And cold. And windy. More frozen Winter in the forecast.
Perfect day for a fifteen-miler in my Fast Hikers.
A crane almost attacked me on the Battery. My face got so wet my contacts swam in my eyes. When I crossed the Cooper River Bridge, the wind sent me airborne several times.
I finished frozen and hungry. And happy. I had Very Happy Feet. No bone spur pain. No ankle relapse. One tiny new blister.
We never know what we can do until we try.