September 29, 2011

TMI Thursday: Years of Heels Landed Me in Physical Therapy

dara adeeyo left foot in physical therapy
Some warming contraption on my foot.
Let's blame it on the concrete jungle itself, New York City. Those streets are meaaaaan, and a flat-footed girl like myself should not be stomping around town in 5" heels or poorly supported flats.

The past months have been about me putting my health first. For real. I've seen so many health specialist in the past months, it's ridiculous. The way I see it, I'm not going into my mid-20s—that sounds funny—with an unhealthy state-of-mind/body. (I'm also taking advantage of the fact I now have health insurance and I didn't for almost three years.) It's my way of taking control of my life. I felt like I let the wheels loose in college and I'm ready to tighten things up—literally.

Anyway! My journey to the Physical Therapist began with my Podiatrist. Over the summer, I was exhibiting a weird pain in my left instep that was becoming unbearable. I always knew I was flat footed and suspected this had something to do with it. I remember the first time I had my feet examined.

9th grade. I had a persistent aching pain in my shins that would later be revealed to me as shin splints. My dreams of being a track star were shot. The trainer at my high school looked at my feet and said, "WHOA! Those are some flat feet! Where are your arches?!" Just what an insecure teen wants to hear. Something else to be self-conscious about. Awesome.

Jump to many years later, I figured it was time to do something about it before it got worse. First, the Podiatrist examined my feet and he said the same thing the trainer did: "WHOA! Those are some flat feet! Where are your arches?" I laughed and nodded in agreement. He instantly had my feet molded for insoles. I was then sent to a Physical Therapist who confirmed I had Post Tendinitis. I'm not exactly clear on what it is, but the PT basically said it means that a certain muscle in the back of my leg is strained and not stretched enough, usually caused by heels. You can imagine the horror I felt when she uttered the words heels. I love my 5" heels and I also love my infamous no-dating-men-under-6-foot-rule because I love to wear heels, which has rendered me perpetually single.

Needless to say, I'll be going to Physical Therapy once a week (or every other) for the time being. I haven't been wearing my heels because I really want to get my foot pain under control. Would you believe me if I told you I turned into one of those people that wears sneakers to work and changes into appropriate shoes at their desk? Yeah. I know. Gross. Who am I? I need to find a chic alternative soon.
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