Yesterday I went back to my podiatrist to have casts made for my orthotics. He asked me again when my race was, because it’ll take about three weeks for them to come in. “May 8,” I said. “Do you want me to hold off?”
“No, it’s OK if you want to do the race still,” he said. “What is it, like 5K?”
“Um … it’s a half-marathon.”
Pause. “That’s a demanding race on good feet,” he said cautiously. “Why don’t you sit this one out, then once the orthotics are in, you can train longer and better.”
To be honest, that was fine by me. Lately it’s seemed like no matter what distance I try, I’ve got dead legs, but at least I know why — and how to get them fixed.
I’m nervous about telling my running buddy. I hope she’ll understand. It’s not something I want to push through, though … so I’ll dust off my bike and try to stay off my feet for a little while.