Friday, December 28, 2012
. . . . Again . . . .
"So what happened?" you ask. I . . . have . . . no . . . idea. There I was, running along Elk River Road, minding my own business, listening to some podcasts, when "Wha???" What was that? My foot suddenly started hurting in the same manner it did March 26, 2011, only this time not as intense. The pain soon went away, only to appear one other time for a millisecond later in the day. I completely forgot about it.
Monday, December 24, Christmas Eve Morning. Out for an EZ 4-mile run. About a mile into it - Ouch! Brain neurons snapping to attention. Adrenaline suddenly on high alert. What's going on? A vain attempt to make the pain go away by loosening my shoe laces. Run very easy for another 1/4 mile. Reality setting in. My foot is injured again. Slowly limp the 1.25 miles back home. Pull the crutches out of the closet and resign myself to being on them again.
So that's where I am at the moment. I have an appointment with my ortho on Thursday, January 3 - exactly one year since the last time I saw him. There isn't any pain, just the knowledge that when I try to walk on the foot "something" is wrong. And the nerves are out of whack again, as well. I'm covering my bases by icing, ibu-ing, contrast bathing, and doing the whole paint brush on the foot thing again in an effort to get the nerve issue under control. I have no doubt most, if not all, of my running plans for the year are kapoot. The questions are (1) how bad is the tear this time, (2) how long do I have to be on the crutches this time (last time - 3 months), (3) when can I start running again, and, quite possibly a fourth (4) am I going to be able to run again or is this a weak point in my foot and decisions have to be made. While I am trying to not dwelling on the last question, I have to entertain the thought.
In the meantime, I have resigned myself to getting reacquainted with my stationary bike (OUCH re the nether regions) and am doing strength training from a seated position on a stability ball. Whether or not I will return to pool running (ugh!) depends on the length of rehab. *sigh* This stinks. It really, really stinks . . .
Posted by fatozzig at 12:31 PM