I've been neglecting my blog, but what I am suppose to write about?
About a month ago, I was out running with my husband and landed on a chunk of road, under my forefoot. At the time, I thought it wasn't a big deal but it swelled and began to hurt. First trip to my family physician. Result: Stress Fracture in my 4th metatarsal. My doctor, knowing my history, obsession and being a runner himself, told me to take it easy. That I did, until running the Komen 5K on May 15th. Although I did considerably well overall, 3rd over all female, 1st for my age group, with a time of 20:25, the ending results were not worth the high. The running stops here =( Second trip to my family physician. 3 MORE x-rays, stress fracture still there, no more damage was present. Doctor thinks I may have nerve damage in my foot. Excellent! He refers me to a podiatrist. Podiatrist examines my foot. We already know there is a stress fracture, but it not causing the other knife stabbing pain in my toes & in my forefoot. He examines the foot and gives me the diagnosis of this: stress fracture in 4th met, tears in my 3rd & 4th tendons from the toes, capsulitus in my 3rd toe. Not going to lie, I've had a considerable amount of running injuries and this pain was a little unbearable.....especially the tie area. I leave with a fracture caste, which I have worn MAYBE a total of three days in two weeks ha ha! Usually at home but never in public. That damn thing is ANNOYING! In the meantime, I've been spinning 25-30 miles daily, to keep my endurance up. I'm ready to retire the bike for a while, for it's getting old staring at the same wall, in the same room, by my lonesome self, for 1 1/2 hours at a time.
Fast forward....As of last weekend, my frustrations began to take over and I wrapped the foot and was determined to do SOMETHING on my treadmill. First attempt was slow, not too long but it felt great & satisfying. A couple days later, I tried again, a little sore but managed to get 6 miles in! I ran again yesterday at a 9:35 pace for 6 miles, felt great until the last mile and my foot had had enough. Run, ice, bike, ice, run, ice, bike, ice......this has become my life =( Whatever I AM doing right, is working because each day it seems to feel better. A couple days ago, I was able to walk out of bed without excruciating pain, versus slipping right into my sneakers...which by the way, smell rotten and will be departing once this foot is healed. Unfortunately, they are the only things that feel okay on my foot for now.
Tomorrow, after evaluating how my foot feels in the morning, I'm going to attempt to take my sorry, slow ass to the Edison track and run a few miles! It's killing me to not be able to run, let alone meet up with my girls on Sundays! Pity party, table for one please!
Dear Left Foot, YOU WILL NOT WIN!
