The Good –
I finished The Country Music Marathon and set a new PR. (Check out my recap here.) Even though I had hoped to be faster I ran every step of that 26.2 in the pouring rain, with a leg/glute that isn’t 100%, and a set of antibiotics to kill the strep throat like infection I was diagnosed with just 2 days before – now that makes me proud. The Bad –
While I was the most sore I had ever been the night of and day after the race my body quickly started to feel better, except my left foot. It hurt so bad to put any weight on it that at one point a sweet, little, old man offered to help me walk. Uh – oh!
The Ugly –
I went to the doctor yesterday his instant response – “You know what this is right? A stress fracture.”
I said there was no way. I refuse to believe it. I may have had a little mental breakdown and explained to him all the reasons why a stress fracture did not fit into my plans.
He told me that if he was a betting man this is where he would put his wager –
He’d bet I finished the race with a stress fractured left foot.
Great – I’m screwed! Pretty sure my doctor thinks said I am a bada$$ for finishing a marathon all drugged up on antibiotics and with a stress fracture. He can keep his bada$$ story as long as I am not injured again.
I left the doctor, hopped in the car, drove to my weekly family dinner night, and bawled to my mommy like a baby (not a 31 year old woman). I am so sick of being injured! I spent the last 16 months fighting and clawing my way back from injury and through physical therapy to run this marathon. I am not 100% yet, but I have found a sports med chiro/physical therapist who I trust and I am beginning to see improvement. I had foolish hope – I was getting better. However, now my doctor and his stress fracture story are killing my happy hope. I had such big dreams – I was excited to continue getting healthier, to see what it was like to train when my body was able to do more, to try and take my workouts to the next level instead of always holding back because of injury, to see what I am finally capable of when I am not injured. I had planned to give my body a bit of a break this summer by cutting my running mileage way down and instead adding in biking and swimming to train for a tri. I thought not only would the lower impact activities help my body heal, but they would also be great cross training. I had not planned to take the whole summer off because of an injury!
So I cried to my momma:
– about my horrid luck
– about how I am always injured
– about how just when I start to feel better it hits again
– about not being able to run/exercise
– about losing my favorite form of stress relief
– about how hard it will be to lose not gain weight without the calorie burn
– about my battle to get to the Marine Corp Marathon and injuries popping up again
– about my medical bills that keep piling up and forcing me farther into debt
I cried until I gave myself a HEADACHE!
Then I realized there is nothing I can do about it. I will think positively and hope the doctor is wrong and it is not a stress fracture. He kept telling me over and over it was fracture, but I finally forced him to give me another option – severe tendonitis. He is sure it is fractured. I am praying it is tendonitis because a few weeks off sounds way better than months. Positive thinking. Prayers. Hope.
It is too soon for the X-rays to show anything so I will be on crutches and off exercise for another week (10 days total) and then we will reevaluate the situation.
I was asked today if I will continue to run.
The person brought up the point that ever since I started distance training I have had nothing, but a string of “bad luck.” I of course said YES!
How do you get through when nothing seems to go your way?
Ever had a string of injuries/bad luck back to back to back to…?
P.S.- My first summer race series 5K is tomorrow and I will not be showing up! What the 5K? Boo!