What Are The Stages of Grief?
Here are the identified five stages that a person with Plantar Fasciitis experiences when informed of their prognosis.
- Denial (this isn’t happening to me!) I have finally found an exercise plan that really works for me. It helps keep my weight in check. I feel powerful when I run. When I finish. When I went shoe shopping this last time, the guy at Fleet Feet *mentioned* that he thinks I might have Plantar Fasciitis. I had never even heard about it. Actually, I thought how COOL I have a runner’s injury that is TREATABLE, and will go away soon!
- Anger (why is this happening to me?) What’s that you say doc? I’m supposed to NOT run last week. “Yes, you can get as much aerobic benefit from walking as running.” Really? Really? You are so full of shit! You canNOT get the same, otherwise, we’d all be walking. And, um. We’re not. I’m so mad. I buy a Strassberg Sock. I wear it faithfully! I roll my foot back and forth on an ice bottle. I take Alleve religiously! WHY WHY WHY?
- Bargaining (I promise I’ll be a better person if…) Okay, look. If I walk this week, I can train as if this is all a dream, right? I have the Fresno Half Marathon in November! It’s the INAGURAL Marathon!!! PLUS!!! The Two Cities Marathon has been added to the popular 7th annual Trail of 2 Cities Half Marathon and both are true World Class Events! This event has it all! Boston qualifier, prize money, finisher’s sweatshirt, brilliant autumn foliage, hot breakfast and the signature ice cream sundae! Okay, if I don’t have the sundae, I will promise I will be good. PLEASE!
- Depression (I don’t care anymore) (Two nights ago). I lay in my bed. Tears streaming down my face. I know I have to meet Kim in the morning for 4.5. I can’t do it. I can’t even walk. I can’t have the MRI, because, God knows, I FREAK OUT in those tubes. What will happen to me? I have to run! I don’t care. If I can’t run, I’ll eat. But OMG I’ll be back in the same boat. This is so sad sad sad!!! I’m getting a divorce, and running was SAVING MY EMOTIONAL ASS! What will I do???
- Acceptance (I’m ready for whatever comes) I meet Kim at 5am in front of my house. I limp to our starting place, 1/4 mile from my house. I tell her I can’t. That I may have to give it up. I map out her 4.5, and tell her I’ll be waiting for her at the bottom of the catwalk. That I’ll walk. I will. She takes off. I look up and yell, “KIM!” She has her iPod on…she doesn’t hear me. I RUN ANYWAY.