Body weight Sumo squats
1x20 (20)
3x15 (65)
20# Goblet squats:
1x10 (75)
1x15 (90)
1x10 (100)
I mixed in a few calf raises in the garage (1x8, 2x5) in between the body weight squats. My legs and inner butt crease were sore, but we'll see how I feel tomorrow with DOMS.
I finished with my Rubz roller on my left foot, then right foot, and Rubz ball on my left foot. When I do squats, I can feel my left foot straining against the mba implant, and I don't have enough mobility for back squats, so I do lightweight goblet squats, after I always start by stretching the heck out of my hips. Technically, I stretch the heck out of my hips every time I train, doesn't matter if upper body or legs. I've been doing TENS (electro-stim) on my right lat and stretching that out too, as the whole fascia is connected.
If I could go back in time and re-do any one physical mistake, it would be that first foot surgery in December 1995, where the two doctors (Fitzgerald and Chang), lengthened my Achilles tendon and butchered my left heel fascia, trying to do two procedures at once. As I had to be on crutches and not put pressure on my achilles tendon, they did a huge cut, that resulted in mega scar tissue. My right foot in comparison, has a tiny pinprick scar where I had the plantar fascia release done by itself (Oct 1996), no other procedures; I was lightly walking on that a few days later. The right foot procedure helped my foot pain my right foot, but it did not cure the problem. The first left foot procedure however, forever hindered and messed up my left foot for life. Two scar tissue removal attempts and a subtalar mba implant later, that foot is so mucked up with scar tissue and is always swollen.
Year end 2017 I went to the Good Feet Store in Santa Rosa, and got a test set of orthotics. They also recommended these compression socks for sleeping, with the toes cut out. I began trying those socks versus the full legging sock, and the legging sock does much better, but it can only do so much. I wore TED hose after my last surgery in December 2004, and I have a pair of non-sporty leggings that I wear on Sundays under my dress socks to help with the foot pain of bishoping, that are a lot like TED hose.
So, on Sunday, I wore padded athletic leggings with dress socks on top, it was Stake Conference and I hoped to not be caught on my feet a lot, but had to prepare. Bishoping has been physically painful for me, especially my first full week. I was called on July 28, had my first full Sacrament meeting on August 04, and then the funeral on Aug 10. I've mentioned earlier that it was so difficult to emotionally handle being bishop, and my first funeral was Rebecca's mom. But I didn't mention how much my feet were in pain after that. The nerves on the scar tissue would involuntarily throb like a jolt, at weird times after that, and the pain didn't subside much after a few weeks. It unnerved me so much, that I ended up using my cane at a few church functions (including a temple trip for baptisms), while the pain died down. I also went to the podiatrist and started the process for getting a handicapped parking placard.
Up until being called as bishop, at church I kind of would mention that I can't really lift stuff on stairs as my implant gives out at times, or would quickly explain away foot pain or say something about my orthotics if someone heard them squeaking, or if I was wearing my shin-huggers (my giant orthotics that go up my shin). My life for many years has been planning on how I can avoid standing because of the pain. I mentioned my feet as one of my main concerns when I spoke to President Kurtz at my house two days after I was called. He suggested that I bring it up on the Sunday I was called to the stand, but I just forgot, as I shifted foot to foot while accepting the call at the pulpit.
After the funeral, I couldn't hide it much after that at church, so oh well. Sandra left me her black cane, so now that is in the back of my car, and my go-to cane when I need one. That has been life for me since 22 years old, constant foot pain that is so frustrating. When my feet started killing me, I was on my feet a lot working at JC Penney. I weighed about 187 # and was in decent shape: I didn't have my six-pack after my mission, but I was still playing basketball and working out.
So I have no delusions that if I lose 100 #, that my foot pain will go away...I'm hoping this weight loss helps, but again, my feet hurt as a teen-ager, I just didn't know how structurally deficient they were, and that I was pounding them flatter.
I haven't weighed myself in about two weeks. My suit pants on Sunday fit the best they ever have since this started, but I'm afraid as my weight loss numbers plateaued as I'm pretty sure that I am gaining muscle. My regular jeans are looser too, I have to wash them after a couple of wearings, as the belt can't keep them up. Previously, I loved when they got looser.
Sigh, I did not intend on writing about my foot pain today. But it looks like that is what I did. Pain affects paradigm. We bought a new car in September, finished my CPR training on Saturday for CPS process with Bianca, had a big and hopefully trust-building experience with B, and Rebecca and I celebrated our 17th anniversary last Saturday, but I'll have to write about that next time.