So, I definitely have plantar fasciitis. Which is basically an injury to the tissue along the arch of the foot. It's a killer b/c while it heals overnight, it re-tears with every step you take the next day.
So. My hot podiatrist (seriously, this guy is DREAMY!!!!) told me I can't run (or walk for exercise) for two weeks. Sharon told me it would be better to wait a whole month.
So in the meantime, I'm supposed to stay off of it as much as possible. Which makes my cardio workouts really limited. I can swim (yeah, right!), row (fun, but get's sooooo boooooring after 10 minutes) or bike.
I've been resisting the bike. I don't hate it but it too gets boring after a while. So Sharon's been strong-arming me into taking a spin class.
I finally did this morning. Aside from the trauma of having to hear that horrilbe "Tears on My Guitar" song (which henceforth I had avoided being subjected to) set to a dance/spin beat, it wasn't that bad. I didn't love it, but it wasn't horrible.
But now my tush hurts like hell and for a while there other parts ... girly parts that I am rather attached to .... hurt like hell too.
But I survived. I'm sure I'll never hear the end of it from Sharon. Or Garth.