Several weeks ago, when I attempted to run 20 miles (after running 16 and 18 all within 2 weeks) I was stopped in my tracks by a severe pain in my foot. I am all too familiar with stress fractures and there is no mistaking what this pain was. I stopped and hobbled home. Even walking on it hurt.
Here's the funny thing: a week later, I attempted to run on my treadmill and it barely hurt at all. I believed I was healed. I mean, how can a person run painlessly with a crack in their bone? It must not have been a stress fracture! Hallelujah! But as soon as I stepped off the treadmill, there was the pain. Sharp, and emanating from a very specific spot of my foot.
A week later, still in denial, I hopped on the treadmill for yet another pain-free run. Afterward, I tried to jog on the pavement to see how it felt out there in the concrete jungle. My body instantly yelled "STOP". I know I need to rest and stay off of it completely. I need to stop "testing my foot" because stress fractures don't heal over night. I should know that better than anybody!
So here I am, trying immensely hard to resist the urge to run. I've taken up wine and karaoke.
I'm actually not head-banging.
I am just a very passionate performer.
I promise I have not lost (all of) my marbles, I'm just saddened by the turn of events. My training was going "perfectly" and I felt as though I'd come back from my last injury really well. Unfortunately, I clearly have not learned my lesson. I strayed from my plan and ran way more than I was supposed to. Such a rookie mistake, yet I made it again. Being an overachiever can definitely be detrimental as a runner.
I am sadly still in denial. A part of me believes I will be okay by April 16th and ready to run Boston. What will it take? I guess a doctor visit would confirm my suspicions but that is what I am so firmly avoiding.
I guess it's time to make that phone call, and let a doctor tell me that I need to stay off my foot for 6 weeks. Maybe I'll find the strength to pick up the phone today. And maybe not.
I'll be enjoying a 3 day weekend in Palm Springs with 7 friends, so at least I have that to look forward to. Weather in the 80 degree range, surrounded by mountains, dancing the weekend away at pool parties -- I guess I can't complain. Except, all of my friends are on juice fasts and I just ate a doughnut! I think I am the only one consuming solid foods and we'll all be in bikinis. Yikes. Maybe I need to up my game.
I hope everyone's training is going well. I think I may finally be ready to read your blogs again. I'll just need a box of Kleenex while I do so. ;-)