Yes, it’s true. I have plantar fasciitis… again.

pfDeep breath. Sigh. Long sigh. I hope you’re sitting down like I am. The PF monster is back, and unlike the other PF, this is a “judgement full zone”! I’m hating on this diagnosis right now. Totally judging it.

It was a couple years ago when I first resolved my issue with plantar fasciitis. It required a doctors visit, custom orthotics, new shoes, and time. Actually, back then I thought whatever pain I was having in my heel (didn’t know it was PF at the time) would be with me for life. That was, until it got a name and then ultimately, a solution.

The doc said I had a couple choices… 1. the custom shaped insole, or 2. a steroid shot in the heel. I didn’t foresee the steroid shot being a good long term fix, so I went with choice #1. It worked!

But in the last couple weeks the pain came back. I’m sure it’s my own doing; I love being barefoot or wearing flip flops. And my arch is just too high for that, I guess. The thing is, I have the Turkey Bowl flag football tournament in about a month so getting my right foot back to 100% is a must.

I’m now on a mission to make things right. I recently picked up cushioned arch supports from Target. I’m swapping them in and out of whatever shoes I’m wearing at the time. I’m icing my foot (twice today). I have 1 more day of adult league sports, which will definitely be working against any progress. I’ll take it easy during my last soccer game, though.

I absolutely cannot have this PF be an issue for this year’s Thanksgiving holiday Turkey Bowl. I’ve played in the one day tournament for quite a few years, and it was 3 or 4 years ago that I tried playing with PF. I was ok the first game or two. But after that, I was hobbling around like the hunchback of Notre Dame. It was so painful.

I’ll post updates as tournament day approaches, until then feel free to leave comments with any home remedies that you’ve tried!

-Out of the Wilderness

If I had a superpower…

I wouldn’t wish to fly. I wouldn’t want to be invisible or have superhuman strength. Night vision, telepathy,immortality, and jumping really high would all be at the bottom of my list.
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The superpower I’d want every fall season is to be able to predict the future. Can you imagine how my fantasy football season would go then!? I wouldn’t have 4 losses, I promise you that! I may allow 1 or 2 losses as to not draw attention to myself, you know, look like a regular team. But man, if I could only know the future, I wouldn’t have so much heartache every Monday morning… in the fall.

Here’s to a win in week 8!

-Out of the Wilderness

Sand volleyball for the win

I’ve been playing sand volleyball probably an average of 4 times a month since the summer started. It’s quickly become one of my favorite things to do here in Nashville.

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photo courtesy of Brandon Sommers

I was first introduced to it by my friend Bill who played a lot of sand volleyball here in town. I only went a handful of times in all of 2014 and 2015. But this year I’ve fallen in love. It’s so fun to play, though I’m probably only slightly above average as far as skill level goes. I think a big part of what makes it fun is the attitude of most of the folks that play there. It’s a friendly environment. Most disputes are settled with some sort of joke and laughter coming from both sides of the net.

If you’re in Nashville and have a hankering to get on the court before winter sets in, do it! You won’t regret it.

-Out of the Wilderness

Better off in a pine box…

I was an 11-year-old living in Stafford, Virginia jamming out with my yellow Sony Sports radio_cassette_player_sports_1598016Walkman, probably listening to artists likely Wilson Phillips, Roxette, Janet Jackson, oh, and of course, Vanilla Ice, Ice, Baby, MC Hammer and his pants, and who can forget Milli Vanilli? All favorites with this Starter-jacket-wearing 6th-grader.

Country music wasn’t even on my radar in 1990 and I can’t say for sure why. Maybe it was a product of the environment, although I’d guess that there was a fair share of folks listening to country music in Stafford. Maybe not amongst my friends, though.

It wasn’t till 26 years later (gasp!) that I heard the song by Doug Stone that inspired the title of this blog post. That’s right, summer of 2016 and I was honestly thinking it was brand new. Hoping it was brand new. I guess I’m a crotchety old man now, now that I think country music isn’t what it used to be.

old-man That’s OK, though. Country music can only be as successful as fans will let it be, and right now fans want pop country. But soon enough fans will start craving something different, and artists will follow their lead. By the way, have you heard Jon Pardi, “Head Over Boots”? Sounds like old country and I bet there’re some crotchety fans really digging it.

Twelve million views and counting shows promise 😉 Check out the YouTube comments, as well, and I think fans are into this classic country sound.

Meanwhile, I’ll keep listening to Pine Box until I discover another song made two decades ago that I never heard because I was too busy playing Duck Hunt or watching Kevin Costner as Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves. Roooooobbbbiiiiiiiinnnn!!!!!!!!!!!!

-Out of the Wilderness