Lately, I’ve been embracing the practice of walking. With our options for special outings and interesting activities limited, walking has emerged as a wonderful way to fill time. This routine has led me to explore corners of my local vicinity that I wouldn’t have encountered otherwise, and to savour takeaway coffee from nearby cafes. Besides its convenience, walking effortlessly contributes to maintaining fitness, not to mention the delightful surge of endorphins that accompanies it, offering a significant mood lift.
Engaging in consistent walks has resulted in remarkable improvements in my fitness level, allowing me to conquer distances of up to five kilometres. Yet, there’s a hitch – whenever I attempt to extend my walking routine beyond that, I experience discomfort in my foot. In response, my parents recommended I consider purchasing some foot care products. Cheltenham boasts a selection of podiatrists, prompting my selection of the one located closest to me. Boasting stellar online reviews and cost-effective options for students, it appeared to be an ideal choice. My hope is that this foot pain is a minor setback and won’t necessitate a complete halt to my walking routine. Amidst the challenges, walking has remained my solace, and envisioning its absence is unfathomable.
To grant my feet some respite, I made the decision to drive to the podiatrist’s office, despite its proximity – just a short distance from my apartment. Upon arrival, an array of foot products adorned the walls, including arch supports and fungal nail treatments. Optimistically, I’m hoping I won’t require any of these remedies. At the corner of the display, an intriguing yet slightly daunting sight awaits – a gleaming metal contraption, securely encased in glass. In the face of potential utilisation, I resolve that I’ll flee if the podiatrist suggests deploying that intimidating apparatus.
While awaiting my turn, I pass the time by perusing a collection of magazines laid out on the bench beside my seat. True to expectations, their content revolves entirely around feet. One of the magazines prompts me to pinpoint the location of my foot pain, which, in my case, resides between the heel and the toes. Given my newfound expertise, it wouldn’t come as a shock if the diagnosis ultimately points to plantar fasciitis.