I am a big fan of balls.
Tennis balls are the perfect equipment for home-based physiotherapy.
Since last week, I have been suffering from plantar fasciitis in my left foot (I wish Daniel Day Lewis was here…) and it’s been a real killer. I did go out running last Wednesday, but by the time I got to school that day, I could barely walk. I have been rolling my foot on our poor, overworked tennis ball since then. I was hoping that this would be a temporary setback…I mean, how long can foot pain last?
Apparently, quite long…
It felt better this morning, though, so I was back out there at 5:20am, running my little heart out. It wasn’t as deadly humid as it was last Wednesday (oh my GOD!!) so I was able to get in a good pace.
However, this is not the only reason why I love balls.
Tennis balls. (I really should make that more clear…)
On Saturday I went over to the school to provide an IB review session for my students. After it was over, I slung my backpack on and noticed that I had a pinched nerve in my left angel wing (not sure what the biological term is…you know, that bony thing that sticks out of your back). Oh man, it huuuurt!! I couldn’t move my head without moving my entire body. Naturally, I went home and used the tennis ball to rub my angel wing (does that sound sexual to anyone else? no? just checking…)
I stood up against the wall and placed the tennis ball on my angel wing. Then I started to move my body up and down the wall as the ball dug into my pinched nerve and worked it out. If someone were to see me doing this, they might have assumed that I was practicing some new pole dancing/stripper move. I have to admit, I looked pretty seductive. But I digress; seduction was not the point I was trying to make. My point is that the humble tennis ball is truly an item that should be a part of any runner’s gear: shoes, sweatband, balls.