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Last winter I started driving my truck to my own mailbox. 60 feet. And I waited till my wife left for the store so nobody saw me do it. Im a mechanic. Plantar fasciitis in both heels. And I spent 3 years dead wrong about my own 2 feet. Turns out …they werent worn out. They seized up. Starving for blood, same as a bearing thats run dry. Nobody told me that. Not one of the people I paid. I ran the same 2 bays for 38 years. Concrete floor, 10 hour days, on that slab or down on a creeper under a car. My hands were shot years ago, thats just the trade. Always figured if anything else went it'd be my back or my knees. Nope. It was my feet. Left one first. It started as the first few steps out of bed. Felt like I stepped on the corner of a wrench that wasnt there. Sharp, right in the heel. By month 6 it was there all day and I was walking on the OUTSIDE of that foot to keep off the heel. Then the right knee started aching from the limp. Then the low back. I could feel it climbing, same way you feel a wheel bearing 200 miles before it lets go. So I did what everybody does. I "managed" it. Drugstore inserts first. Dr Scholls, the blue box that says plantar fasciitis on it. Cost me $14 every time and I had to swap them into every pair of boots I own. Then it flattened out in a month and I had to buy more. So I went to a podiatrist who made me custom orthotics off a mold. $390. Great for about a week, then it stopped, and they made my boots so tight my toes went numb by lunch. There was other things I tried too. A hard plastic night splint that held my foot flexed till 2am when Id tear it off in my sleep. A frozen water bottle I rolled under the arch every night, good for maybe 20 minutes of quiet. Calf stretches a therapist swore by. I stayed consistent a whole year. Didnt make a lick of difference. I even dropped 22 pounds because every article said weight makes it worse. Iced it every night. Did 2 rounds of physical therapy, $150 a pop. Theres a shoebox of gadgets on a shelf in my garage right now, next to the oil filters, that I paid good money for and used twice. When none of it held the podiatrist put cortisone in the heel. And you know what? It worked! For about 6 weeks I was a new man. Then it wore off and came back WORSE than it had ever been before the shot. He said next was a series of shots, and if those didn't take, they'd go in and cut the fascia. I looked the surgery up that night. It meant weeks off your feet and no guarantee it would even work. Plenty of guys come out worse than they went in. Told him Id think about it. I retired at 59 with a plan. I've got a '72 C10 up on jackstands in the second bay at home I've been meaning to finish since Clinton was in office. Cruise nights on Thursdays. Take my grandson to the swap meet at the fairgrounds, walk the rows, teach him what a fair price on a carburetor looks like. Instead I sat. There was a Saturday I rolled under the truck on the creeper, did the whole job flat on my back, no trouble. And then could not get up off the floor. My feet wouldnt take the load to stand. I laid there a minute working out how, glad nobody was home to see it. My wife started carrying the groceries in. Took over the yard, which had always been mine. On the stairs she'd hang back a step below me, close enough to grab me if I fell although we never said so out loud. I took my grandson to one swap meet and had to go sit in the truck by the second row while he walked the rest with my brother. He didn't say a word about it. That was worse than if he had. I'd started telling myself this was just getting old. Just what 38 years on a concrete floor costs a man. I had the shot series on the calendar and I was doing the math on the surgery, and on what "managed but never fixed" looks like for the next 20 years. Then I ran into Dale. Dale and I wrenched together back in the day, raced the same bracket class on weekends before life got busy. Saw him at the cars and coffee out by the airport, and the thing that stopped me was how he was MOVING. Easy. No hitch. Man used to limp worse than I did. Asked how hed been. "Best Ive felt in years," he says. "I was actually gonna call you." We leaned on his fender and he got right to it. "I know youve been struggling with your feet. I know because I had the same. Shots, splints, the whole circus. They had me on the schedule to get cut." "What happened." "I finally found out what was actually wrong," he said. "Not the heel. The reason the heel kept coming back no matter what I threw at it. Let me ask you something. Did any ONE of those people ever explain WHY it keeps coming back? Not that it does. Why." Nobody had. 3 years, and every one of them just moved me to the next thing on the list. Dale wiped his hands on a rag out of habit. "You know how a bolt seizes. Rusts itself solid. What do you do." "Hit it with penetrating oil." "And then." "Work it. Back and forth. Little at a time." "Right. You don't just soak it and walk away, it never comes free. You soak it AND you work it. Your fascia is a seized bolt, Gary. Dried out and locked up. And here's the part nobody tells you, that tissue on the bottom of your foot has about the worst blood supply in your whole body even when its healthy. Once it seizes it gets even less. No blood, no oxygen, no repair. So it just gets drier and tighter and a little worse every single day." I stood there like an idiot because it was so obvious once he said it. "So the cortisone," I said. "Turns off the light on the dash. Doesn't fix a thing, just kills the warning. Orthotics prop it up. The splint holds a stretch. And the stretching, look, you can pull on a seized bolt all day. It doesnt put oil in the threads. You've got to WORK it, little every day, and get the blood back in, till it moves like its supposed to. Not one thing you tried did both. Thats the whole miss." I went home and read half the night. The fascia is blood starved even when its healthy. Studies on vibration and pressure loosening locked up tissue and driving circulation back in. Guys online who sounded exactly like me, years of dead ends, till they started working the tissue every day and the pain quit coming back. Texted Dale. "Alright. Im in. What do I get?" He called next morning. "Most stuff only does one thing. A ball or a foam roller gives you pressure but it doesn't drive blood in and it doesn't really get the tissue moving. You need pressure AND vibration together, for a few minutes a day. The one I use is the Vibit Roll, it kicks on the second you lean into it, gets deeper than a ball ever could. Just takes 10 minutes. it frees the seized tissue up and pushes blood back into it at the same time. Like penetrating oil and working the bolt, both at once." It was 40% off, came with the guided routines and a 30 day guarantee. After 3 years of junk that didnt work, one more try wasnt gonna bury me. So i sat down in the recliner that first night, heel on it, telling myself Id give it 10 minutes before I wrote it off like everything else. I didn't need 10. Two, three minutes in, the ache that lives down under the heel bone quit on me. I sat there with my hand on the armrest waiting for it to come back and it didnt. First time in years that heel went quiet without a pill or a bag of ice on it. Kept at it. 10 in the morning, 10 at night with the TV. Week 1, I quit doing the thing where I sit on the edge of the bed a minute working up to standing. Just stood up and went. Didnt even notice Id done it till I was already down the hall. Week 2, my wife brought a sandwich out to the garage and stopped in the doorway. "You carried the toolbox out." I had. From the truck to the bench, both hands full, and never thought about it once. Week 3, I stood at the workbench 3 hours straight finishing a job on the C10 and never thought about my feet once, till I noticed I hadn't. By the end of the first month the ibuprofen was no longer needed, and I called and canceled the shot series. Went in for the appointment anyway. He worked the foot around, looked back through his notes, and asked me twice what I'd changed. I just told him things had settled down. That was months back. The C10s on the road, I drove it to cruise night last Thursday. I walk the whole swap meet now, my grandson AND my brother trying to keep up. I carry my own groceries. The guy who couldnt get off his own creeper is just gone. Heres what I need you to hear, because I wish somebody said it to me 3 years sooner. If you've tried everything and none of it held, its not your fault. Youre not lazy and youre not too far gone. You were treating a heel that hurt while the actual problem, a seized up, blood starved fascia, kept getting worse underneath it. You were doing everything right. Nobody ever handed you the ONE thing that works the tissue and gets the blood back in. Thats all this does. Not masking anything. Movement and blood flow, just 10 minutes a day. Im not telling you to fire your doctor. Its 10 minutes of maintenance nobody ever told you your feet needed. Run it a month, and if your feet dont feel like different feet, send it back for a full refund. They build them in small batches though and they do sell out, so its usually a wait for the next run. But if it works? If a month from now you walk the whole swap meet, or finish the job youve been putting off, and forget about your feet the entire time? If you get to cancel the shots and the surgery youve been dreading? Youll wish youd started 3 years ago. I know I do. http://vibit.com.au/products/the-vibit

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i was wrong about my own feet

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