Well, Friday was Day 4 and I didn’t do anything. No stretches, strengthening, etc. It was an essentially an off day during a resting period.
On Day 5, that’s when I noticed I could feel my plantar faciitis creeping back into my heel. It wasn’t anything major, but the previous couple of days, it was gone. Like gone, gone.
I first noticed it out of bed, but it became a little more prominent after I mowed the lawn in preparation for the soft launch of Tarrolly Hills (my above ground pool country club), which was a resoundingly mellow success story.
My first reaction was to get into some stretching poses and work it out, and while it helped a little, I was still feeling it later at Kevin and Christina’s wedding reception. This, of course, meant no dancing, much to the chagrin of Wasky, who I learned is a huge fan of club music.
It’s kind of interesting because I’ve been to wedding receptions the last two weekends and both were packed with endurance athletes, so obviously that’s where the conversation goes. Other than a short diversion to discuss the ridiculously tempting cupcakes, much of the night was spent discussing Wisconsin and the upcoming Ironman Chattanooga.
And that got my juices going.
So we’ll see how tomorrow goes. I have a strange desire to mountain bike creeping into my head. Maybe I can use it as a spin day just to get the stuff moving around in my legs a little.
In the meantime, here’s a picture of the Ironman groom, the club-music-loving Wasky, and the Tarrolly Hills Social Chairman, Jim who was sporting his outstanding leisure suit. You really can’t ask for much more than this.
