In September of 2012, I noticed a strange pain in my heel when I woke up and started to walk around. I didn’t tell anyone because it didn’t seem like a big deal. I didn’t think too much of it and figured that it would go away if I stopped abusing it. Then, the pain got worse. I started to really rest it (which meant I stopped running and working out… but I still had to dance on it for work.) I thought to myself, “Do I have a bone spur or a hairline fracture? What is going on?”
Then, it spread to the other heel.
WHAT. THE. HELL?!?
I didn’t know injuries could travel like that… just jump from one foot to the other.
It was now December 2012, and I was in so much pain it was affecting just walking around my apartment (not to mention my inability to properly do my job as a dancer.) Finally, I went to see an orthopedic specialist at the Campbell’s Clinic in Memphis, TN. It was around Christmas, and I was visiting family. I had been dealing with a pain that started as annoying and progressed to unable to painlessly walk in three months.
They did X-rays and some other minor tests. I was shown to a room. The doctor eventually came in, listened to what I had to say, and then told me he knew exactly what it was: plantar fasciitis. (P.S. my X-ray came back clean without any fracture, so he was quite confident.)
He gave me a sheet of paper with a few guidelines and sent me on my way. I was slightly in shock about the entire thing. I’d been trying desperately to fix and rest my foot, and this paper said all I needed were a few stretches and ice. Oh, and the doctor said I could start running again. That seemed crazy to me… I could barely walk. Continue reading