It's always funny how plans change.
I was so looking forward to a huge training week this week. The boys are both doing summer camp this week, so I was planning a little camp of my own...a tri training camp. Since Musselman, almost a month ago and leading into Iron Girl, I've sort of been in recovery/racing mode. Last week I was sorely lacking motivation, so I was hoping a week of "camp" would breathe life back into my training going forward to Rev3Tri South Carolina.
Well, after a trip to a new sports chiro today (my old one moved), I will now have a much different week then planned.
I've been benched...for the entire week. The only activity I am allowed is aqua-jogging. And I am under strict orders to not wear any shoes with any type of raised heel at all.
This, of course, is all stemming back to my ongoing feet issues. I've been working with a chiropractor for almost a year doing Graston and ART, and it has definitely helped me to manage my pain and train through. When I saw my new chiropractor today and told him that, at this point, I feel like managing is the most I can hope for, he said to me: "I don't manage injuries. I fix them."
Okay, then. Bold words for sure, but up to this point no one, not my old chiropractor nor my orthopedic doc, has been able to offer those words to me.
I'm hopeful, and I am following his instructions to a T. Heat, stretching, ice, rest, flat shoes...yes, yes, yes, yes.
It's not really how I wanted to spend this week, but with 9 weeks until my A race of the season, this is the best time for me to try something this drastic. I spoke with Coach Mary, and she is totally on board with this plan. She assured me that I have to trust my fitness and believe that this plan will bring about much more progress than running myself into the ground this week.
So that is what I will do. I will trust, I will follow, I will believe...and I will get better!!