My Diagnosis Story
My Diagnosis Story Four years ago, I entered the world of triathlons. I had been a distance runner, a very slow distance runner, but since my aquatically inclined husband had decided that triathlons were going to be his jam, I had a choice to make: Did I want to stand on the outside of the barriers and cheer him on for two hours, or did I want to get my butt in gear on the other side and see what a person who failed beginners’ swim lessons five times could do once she overcame her fear of water? I took the bold choice, the choice which also allowed me to get some colorful new sports attire. Then I started having foot problems. The bottom of my right foot would go numb about a mile into a run. It felt like the ball of the foot lost its cushioning and was turning into rock. As time went on, that sensation lasted through...