Warning: This is definitely The One Where I Ramble. Buckle-up. Or consider this your chance to jump-ship for the day.
Last Wednesday, having given my right paw a pretty solid two weeks’ rest (there was improvement but not progress), I decided to turn myself into Tria, which is The Orthopaedic Mecca in the Twin Cities.
Progress or lack thereof aside, I was about to lose my mind if I had to spend another week on the bike in my parents’ basement while the sun was shining outside.
If nothing else, the past three weeks have revealed to me that I have absolutely no desire to ever participate in any sort of triathlon or endurance biking competition. So I guess there’s that.
Anyway, apparently I was making up for lost time and dollars not spent on running-related injuries in the past two years because over the course of 3.5 hours, I had an appointment, XRays, a vicious first sports massage and physical therapy.
GO BIG OR GO HOME.
What I came away with:
- I do have Peroneal Tendonitis. Google FTW.
- Brady’s non-scientific test of If you can walk in heels, you probably don’t have a stress fracture still stands.
- I have no mobility in my calf muscles and limited mobility in my right foot.
- I have no glutes. At all.
I will leave you all to take over the job of puzzling over how I have physically managed to run for the past few months. I just can’t do it anymore.
To give you an idea of just how much of a mess my legs
were are, I have 27 minutes of calf stretching alone.
More mystically, through all of this the physical therapist and the doctor were perfectly clear that I could run whenever I wanted to.
Um, WTH? Is that some sort of sick joke?
If you’re runner than you know that unless you’re given a “hard” no, you’ll probably be willing to run on anything until there’s bone sticking out of your skin.
And even then, you still might give it a go.
Anyway, in not so many words, I decided to give my tendons and legs (as it were) a little more time.
Today at work I was practically jumping out of my skin. In case you were wondering what I look like during a taper/rest, I don’t need to find lots of things and hobbies to take up the “extra” time that running has left me.
I just need something to take the edge off.
Yes, I realize that “taking the edge off” of anything makes me sound like some sort of junkie. But that is neither here nor there.
Or we can just admit that runners are addicts.
The situation was not improved by one co-worker observing me mid-stretch and saying that he didn’t think it looked like I would make it to the starting line.
Is what I didn’t say to him after he uttered those deeply offensive words.
But that did pretty much confirm that I needed to get out. You know, because the sunny 87 degrees we had here today hadn’t already sold me.
Did I mention how much I’ve missed my daily dose of Vitamin D?
So much missing.
I wish I were lying when I said that as I put on my shoes, I was chanting We Are Through With This to myself repeatedly.
But I walked out the door, adopted Hannah’s favorite quote as my new mantra and basically begged God for a good run.
What’s really hard right now is that in order for me to be successful as a runner (AKA pain-free) is that I need to extremely conscious of every footfall. Since there are 2,000 steps in a mile, that gives you an idea of how much vigilance we’re talking about here.
By the time we got to step 5,500, I was practically dancing down the sidewalk. I don’t know that there has ever been a happier runner
Well, actually I do.
Today is day 33.