1. I was all ready to kick off this post complaining about how I seem to have come down with a case of plantar fasciitis, but now I’m not so sure anymore.
I started to get heel pain in my right foot last Tuesday, but I told myself it was nothing (mostly because I had had heel pain in my left foot on Monday, and it disappeared overnight). But then the pain was still there Wednesday, and by Thursday, walking in shoes without decent cushioning had become quite unpleasant. Things were particularly bad in the morning, and it mostly felt fine when I’d run. All classic PF symptoms, right?
My foot really hurt Sunday, so I slept in my night splint from a previous bout with PF. I felt a lot better on Monday, but I figured that was due to not running on Sunday. But then I still felt fine this past Tuesday, even though I ran five miles on Monday?? Who knows. I may or may not have plantar fasciitis, I guess. But I did have a ton of heel pain last week, so I figure better safe than sorry, and I may as well treat it as if it is plantar fasciitis to be on the safe side.
Regardless of whether or not its my plantar fascia causing my foot woes, it’s a frustrating situation. I’m just trying to have a good training cycle 😦 Why do so many things seem to be conspiring to keep that from happening? I suppose this one is my fault–I decided to run more frequently than normal, after all–but it’s not like running four days per week is some groundbreaking idea. Hopefully it can hold up through this for another…six and a half weeks. Good thing this week is a cutback week.
That tweet is nearly a year old, so I guess I’ve been living under a rock, but this was MINDBLOWING INFORMATION to me. Hope Hicks was Jenny Humphrey?!
The whole roundup really spoke to me, honestly. I was a voracious YA lit reader in my teens, and I could not get enough of anything in the Gossip Girl wheelhouse: Gossip Girl, The It Girl, The A-List: I gobbled those books up. If I wasn’t reading one of those books, I was reading Sarah Dessen novels. Those books got me my driver’s license, I swear. I needed to get my permit driving hours in, so I went to the library–a 20 minute drive each way–at least once a week (though I think it was every four days?). I also cleaned up in the library’s summer reading game, in case you were wondering *brushes shoulder off*
It’d be so nice to have nothing but time to read again! I’m currently working my way through The Goldfinch (which is amazing so far), and it’s taking for.ev.er. I started it three weeks ago, have been reading it for 13 hours, and I’m STILL not even two-thirds of the way through O.O This is easily one of the longest books I’ve read in awhile. It usually takes me more like six to eight hours to get through a Libby book. They’re also usually in the 600 page range on Libby, while this one is 1100+. Good thing it’s a great read!
3. Speaking of the 2000s.
A couple weeks ago in dance, my teacher played a song I recognized from a previous session during our warmup. I went back through my old videos and found it in our routine from January/February 2013: six years worth of sessions ago.
I lose track of how long I’ve been in dance and often have a hard time wrapping my head around how long I’ve been in class. It certainly doesn’t feel like it’s been six years. I don’t know that six years even sounds that long?
So for whatever reason, I translated that amount of time into the 2000s: 2003 to 2009. When I realized the same amount of time passed between 2003 and 2009 and 2013 and 2019, I couldn’t quite wrap my head around it. February 2003 was the second semester of seventh grade. February of 2009 was second semester of my freshman year of college. That sounds like such a long time! That FEELS like such a long time! It felt like a long time then, it it stills feel like a long time to remember it now. But somehow February 2013-February 2019 doesn’t feel like nearly as much time?
I guess it’s because not quite as much has changed between 2013 and 2019 as it did between 2003 and 2009? I mean, I suppose if I think about it, a lot has–I have different friends, I live in a different apartment, I have a different job–but a LOT more changed between 2003 and 2009. The general day-to-day of my life (get up, go to work, exercise, go to bed, rinse, repeat) hasn’t really changed at all since 2013, even if some of the details have. There’s a pretty big difference between being 12, in seventh grade, living with your parents and being 18, in college, living on your own. I assume that’s part of why the past six years have felt like a second, while the six years between 2003 and 2009 felt like a lifetime. But it was still weird to realize that!