I may have spoken too soon. It looks like I’m on the DL (“disabled list”, thank you, high school softball) again.
I was feeling SO good on Monday. Sure, a little sore in my legs but nothing crazy. I was pumped about my new PR and thinking about the next half marathon. But on Tuesday when I woke up for my 5am gym sesh, I found myself limping on the walk over to the gym. So we did a weights day — aka “heavy objects.” I thought, okay a little tendonitis, nothing crazy. I didn’t think anything of it but decided to implement RICE.
I’ve been RICE’ing it for 5 days. It’s no better. If it were a pulled muscle or something small, it would be somewhat better now but there’s no sign of it. I can walk around by bearing all my weight on the front of my foot and limping.
A great friend of mine is is an athletic trainer at New York’s Hospital for Special Surgery. When I had my stress fracture last year, she got me an appointment with her doctor there. I want to give HSS a quick shoutout because I’ve never felt better cared for by a doctor. The first doctor I saw treated me like I was blowing the fracture way out of proportion, telling me it was overkill to ask for a boot walker.
After texting with my friend a bit, she guessed it’s my peroneal tendon because the pain is on the outside of my foot and moves back towards my ankle. She recommended I continue to rest and ice but also suggested I make an appointment to come in. I made the appointment an hour later and it’s coming up on Monday. I’m really nervous but I’m guessing it’s at least 6 weeks of rest, which means I wouldn’t have enough time to train for the next half marathon on May 20th.
I’m really really bummed to say the least. I’m a really active person and I get so much joy out of being active with C. Doing runs and HIIT classes together is something we both really enjoy. For many reasons, when you’re an active person and you’re required to rest, a sort of depression sinks in. It sounds silly but I felt like I had to give up a part of who I am for a time. Even though you can rationally tell yourself that you’re resting in order to get back to being active, it really really sucks. I was sad. A lot. I cried a lot because I tried to rest and I tried to get better but it wasn’t happening. It felt like it would never happen. C and I had signed up for many races together and I encouraged him to still run them. But each race I couldn’t run wore me down a little more.
This time around, I want to deal with it differently. Yes, this absolutely 1000% sucks. But I WILL be okay. I WILL get better. This isn’t the end. Maybe I’ll miss the next race but I will heal and train for the NYC Marathon. Last year I learned that you can’t rush the healing process. Commit to getting better before you get out there. I got stir crazy and let myself try to get back before I was ready. That just prolonged the process. This time, I’m resting for real and until I’m totally and completely healed.
In these next six weeks of rest, I’m going to focus on learning something new (just bought this Machine Learning with Python and R course on UDemy), writing more blog posts, and experimenting in the kitchen for the insta.
In the mean time, it may be back to the boot for me. At least I’ve learned a few ways to keep it stylish 😉