It has been a rough 2012 with numerous injuries. Most recently, my very sad Marine Corp Marathon deferment, boy did I want to run that race. I spent two months in physical therapy before dropping out and deciding I could continue to do the stretches at home on my own and save money. Since then I have been very slowly working on a comeback using my post injury running plan. I have been really focused on taking it slow and easy and have taken a rest day between every run just like I was supposed too.
Well Saturday my friend C and I were running around downtown with her mom, who was in town visiting. It was a beautiful day and as always Charleston is a gorgeous city. They both agreed to follow my plan so we ran 10 minutes (about a mile) then walked 3 minutes. We repeated this three times for a total three mile run. We were within sight of our stopping point and I was feeling great, my run wasn’t too amazing like on Tuesday, or too painful like on Thursday. I felt like the old me. I was super excited because this just proved I’d be ready to run my first 5K just 5 days later. Not quite the marathon I was hoping for, but progress.
When…. BOOM! I landed wrong and rolled my ankle.
You know that initial shock when it turns the completely wrong direction. OUCH! Within sight of our finish line we had to walk to the end. I was sad we couldn’t finish the run, but didn’t think much of it. I am pretty clumsy so stuff like that happens to me more than I should admit. I just walked it off and after a bit of very slow walking the pain started to subside and we were able to walk around and enjoy the farmers’ market no problem.
Later than night I went to C’s house warming party and was having a great time eating the Skinny Pimento Cheese I had brought and talking to all her friends. When suddenly my ankle went from next to no pain to- “Holy Crap get me out of here now!” I quickly excused myself and drove home figuring I would ice my ankle and read in bed a bit (exciting Saturday night). When I got home and took my boots off I was shocked to see this-
Dear Heavens did the left side of my ankle explode?
I iced it and slept with it elevated and was happy when I woke up yesterday morning to see that the swelling had gone down a bit. (Ignore the pile of clothes, digging for compression socks.) All day it was pretty painful, I could barely put any weight on it and was hobbling around, but I practiced the old RICE acronym like crazy. I called and cancelled my barre class, iced it, wore my compression socks all day, and kept it elevated as much as possible.
I was so happy when I woke up this morning and was able to walk around with next to no pan! Woohoo! I even texted C & T to tell them I might be able to race the Gobble Wobble in 3 days. I happened to have my yearly doctor’s appointment early this morning and he told me I have the heart rate (high 50s) and blood pressure (122-75) of an athlete. I was super happy to hear that since it has been a tough year with tons of injuries and not much exercise.
I was on my way out the door when I figured I should show him my ankle, which was feeling amazingly better, just to confirm that it was just a bad roll/twist and that it was nothing to worry about.
The word BROKEN cam out of his mouth and I was instantly sent for an X-ray.
Check out my short vlog with my reaction to this news:
X-ray results should be in tomorrow. Until then I am just praying that it is not broken.
I am ready for this horrible injury streak to end.
I am ready to run again.
I am ready for marathon #2.
And when I get there… you will all know how hard I fought for it.
How do you stay positive when you feel like you just can’t catch a break?
Nov. 19- Today I #givethanks for the amazing people in the health, fitness, and blogging communities who support me. I was feeling really low and I got tons of amazing Instagram and Twitter (BackatSquare0) messages that let me know so many people out there were rooting for me.