@pouyayoga: By strengthening the tibialis muscle through targeted exercises like this, it can regain its supportive and stabilizing functions. This helps improve foot and ankle alignment, reduce excessive pronation, and enhance shock absorption. Strengthening the tibialis muscle can alleviate the strain on the plantar fascia, reducing the pain caused by plantar fasciitis. Do this exercise 3x15 daily and let me know how it goes 🙏

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KINS :

does this really work

2024-05-14 05:12:29

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deniro_555 :

se

2024-05-24 03:31:13

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deniro_555 :

for senior citizen exercise,this will be easy. what dyo’ think? try now!!!!

2024-05-24 03:33:13

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