But for the three of you who have missed my old foot injury rants, today is your lucky day!
I may have mentioned a few months ago that I fell and twisted my inner ankle. Bad. It didn't happen while accomplishing something noble like scaling Mosquito Pass during the Leadville Heavy Half or honorably running in front of a moving vehicle to save the life of a wandering child...
Oh no. My misfortune happened while I was carrying a load of laundry to my neighbor's house when my dryer died, didn't see a step coming out of my house (you know, that same step I'm stepped down 5 trillion times since I've lived in my house since 1996) and down I went. No one was home at the time to help me up; I sat immobilized on my front porch in excruciating pain for about 20 minutes....with my laundry spewed everywhere. Nice!
Fast forward 3 months.... my ankle, and the arch of my foot, are a mess. Apparently, when I fell, not only did I twist my inner ankle (very hard to do, btw - 95 of all ankle sprains are in the outside because our foot naturally turns that way) but I got the bonus injury of tearing some ligaments on the bottom of my arch near my heel.
Yep, that's right, heel pain round 2!
The good news is, I only have two heels so once this is all fixed, I can successfully check off "Heel Pain" injuries. The bad news is I suspect I could potentially twist another ankle in my lifetime - or gasp something worse. But I'm just going to pretend I didn't just write that last sentence.
More of the bad new stuff is this little annoyance has made running rather painful since the awesome incident. The REALLY bad news is that I have a marathon in just about 2 weeks and I'm back in that familiar spot this year of being ill-prepared for an upcoming marathon. I've been able to run in chucks of a few miles at a time and did lots of 2-a-days just to get in some miles, but the furthest I've been able to run for a "long run" has been about 10 miles. I've run 2 half marathons this month, both of which I ended up walking a lot (the first one I made it to an impressive 5 miles! The second I made it to mile 10 - progress!).
Yesterday, I finally caved and made a return visit to my old friend, Mr. Physical Therapist. PT-man and I became pretty chummy last year when my foot fiasco turn from an initial "4-8 visit fix" to a "let's just not put a number on this recovery, Jill" - which was well over an impressive 75 visits (and for which, at the time, I had no insurance. Talk about ouch!).
Lots of squats and bends and twists and turns and pulls and yanks and pokes and even a few dry needles later, I am stoked to say: Nothing is severely - or permanently - damaged! The short diagnosis is that when I fell and tore the ligaments, those buggers solidified thickly, as wounds tend to do, so when I run that thick amount of build-up is
Long time readers (all 3 of you :)) may recall my first race back to running last year - the Bear Chase Trail Half Marathon (well, technically it was the first "running" race...I did do Pikes Peak Ascent a month earlier, but I can't say I actually "ran" more than a mile, tops, of that race :)). I picked that race because it was autumn in the Rockies and the aspen trees were glowing their vibrant yellows...
and it was a trail race (so I wouldn't hyperventilate about how slow my time would be) and I just thought it would be a fun event welcoming me back to the beloved racing world I dearly missed. I told my PT about the race, which happened to practically be in his backyard, so he told me he'd give the race a go also. I though was pretty cool,... at the time. I signed up for the half marathon. PT-man chose the 50k. 5 0 K!!! PT-man is not a runner....his "training" for the race consisted of 2 weeks of maxed 7-mile runs. He finished - remarkably well, actually - and of course I was
So it shouldn't have been any surprise to me when yesterday, the man who does not train and can still knock out incredible races, told me that I still could
I still walk with a slight limp so I'm a little concerned, but I plan to just take the race really, really, REALLY slow and enjoy every second with a GRATEFUL heart.
In the meantime, I have 5 stretching exercises to do multiple times/day for the foot....and I need to start cleaning my house - because, folks, it's Denver Rock and Roll weekend and big-time blogger Marcia is coming into town and spending a few days with me for some quality girl-time (while I slog through yet another slow half marathon). Can't wait....love that girl and always have a blast hanging out with her!
|Myself, Tara and Marcia: enjoying some post-Carlsbad Marathon Slurpees in January|
I miss it.
I've had some pretty dark, depressing days...
But ... I know it will be good again.
Until next time...
Run Strong, my friends!