I swear I’m not intentionally holding out on y’all on the foot thing. I just sort of forgot to update the blog on it. Oops. So, I ended up going to physical therapy a couple of weeks ago and she gave me lots of stretches and told me to ice it twice a day and I could run half a mile on a track with the brace and work up from there and eventually back to the road and out of the brace. Do you realize that being told you can only run half a mile after a month off is actually worse than being told NOT to run?
So, I did that for about two weeks with no pain. Then it came time to head to Tuscaloosa for the Ole Miss game and I knew I wasn’t missing a crisp Fall morning campus run. So, I said I’d do 2 miles and stop immediately if it hurt.
We tailgate across from the Walk of Champions and the stadium, so I just headed down University and Fraternity Row. It’s crazy how these new Fraternity houses are. I remember when I was in school (yes. I just said that.) that the KA house was the nicest on campus.
Not bad, right?
This is just one of MANY new Fraternity houses.. Freaking MASSIVE.
When they expanded the stadium, they tore down several Fraternity houses and they got rebuilt. They also tore down some others to make room for more campus housing.
I ended up cutting down to Bryant and I had to go see the Alpha Gam house. It’s just gorgeous. I really love how the new houses still hold the aspects of their original houses.
I cut down Sorority Row and down the side of the stadium and said Good Morning to the Nick Saban statue. He seemed to enjoy some Energy Bits.
I had no pain post run. I ran Monday morning (3 miles) and Tuesday morning (3 miles) and my ankle was a tad sore so I am taking today off and will give it a try again tomorrow. Hubs keeps getting on to me about doing too much, but just like an addict, I can’t stay away.
I had no clue that running helped with my ADD so much. Until I got injured. Now I have all of this restless energy and it has no place to go. So currently, it’s all going into organizing my house. That’s fun, right?? Sort of the same as running, right??
So, I saw this pin on Pinterest and it got me thinking… I shove all of my expensive running clothes into a drawer and hang up the t-shirts that I never wear. Sounds smart, doesn’t it? So, I decided to flip them and move the t-shirts to the drawer.
It’s a lot of t-shirts…
Poor Lulu.. It just shouldn’t be treated like that.
So, I folded everything up nice and tight, and I think there is even room for a couple more…
Now I won’t wake up Hubs when I have to pilfer for something to wear at 4:45 in the morning.
Along with the t-shirt swap, I’ve re-organized my linen closet, cleaned my fridge, organized my closet, and my bathroom drawers. It could be a long road to recovery, y’all.
I went to the doctor last week and enjoyed an all day affair of waiting rooms, paper work, X-Rays, and MRI’s. Seriously. Try it on your day off.
Dr. M was awesome. I had the X-Ray and then met with her and she pushed around on my ankle and foot (ouch!) and was all, “Yep! It’s tendonitis for sure!” I basically told her that I was a distance runner and I had goals for the Fall and if she told me to sleep with my foot tied to a ceiling fan, that I would. She saw something on the X-Ray that made her a little nervous, which in turn made me nervous. She said we could do a couple of weeks of therapy and see if that helped everything, but if I was still having pain that I’d need an MRI and and then I would have lost two more weeks. Nope. Sign me up for the giant magnetic tube, please. They were able to get me an MRI appt for that afternoon, so I ate lunch with my friend Brooke and then went to see my grandfather who had surgery that day (he’s fine! No worries!!).
I got back over the the MRI place and filled out more paperwork and then had to sign over my first born to be able to pay the copay for the thing. (Don’t worry, I’ve got a spare, so it’s cool.) I also tried to butter up the lady at reception so she wouldn’t talk about me behind my back (clearly I have issues). I got in the tube and had to hold my foot in a super uncomfortable position for 30 minutes, where I promptly fell asleep. I kept jumping though like you did when you used to fall asleep in class and was worried I was messing up the tests. I asked the tech how everything looked and she gave me to stank eye and told me they’d call me with the results. Since they had already scheduled a follow up for Monday, I wasn’t holding my breath for that phone call.
So, I went back yesterday for the MRI results. Are you aware how bad it stinks to wait an entire weekend for news? It just seemed unfair. Anyway, she said the bone looks good (Yay!) minus some moderate arthritis where I had a previous fracture. I have posterior AND anterior tibialis tendonitis. She wants me to do therapy and wear a brace to help take the strain off of the tendon so it can heal. I’m supposed to also do some strengthening exercises. She also injected it and we should discuss that for just a second. I’m not squeamish with needles or anything medical, but she stuck me and I was good. She starts pushing the medicine and I’m still good, but then? All of the sudden, It burned and I screamed and lost complete control over my foot and leg. Clearly, she was expecting it, because she was trying to hold down my leg. It had a mind of it’s own though, and I literally thought, “What the f**k is my leg and foot doing?? Why can’t I control it anymore??” And then I lost feeling in it. It made that hour long drive super fun since I couldn’t feel my foot.
So, I can run when there is no pain. I guess I will take a note out of Dori’s book and just keep swimming and working on my upper body strength. Fingers crossed for a quick recovery so I can at least run the races I have scheduled for November.
Has anyone ever had this?? If so, let’s talk about it, because I don’t want to talk to my friend Dr. Google about it, because he says I should just amputate my foot.
Have you ever done something and continued to do something that you know isn’t good for you, but yet are in complete denial about?
For the past 5-6 weeks, I have continued to run on an injury that I know I needed to let rest. My ankle has been sore and hard to walk on for 6 WEEKS. When I see that written out, I get so mad at myself. Why didn’t I take some time off weeks ago and let whatever was ailing me heal? 2-3 days doesn’t cut it.
Let me back up… lets jump in our time machine and ride back to Saturday. During my long run, I was chatting along and without stepping funny or doing anything out of the ordinary, all of the sudden a sharp pain starts in my ankle and I thought, “Oh shit. I’ve done something to it. This hurts too bad to continue running.” We were meeting a group less than a mile away, and by the time we met up with them, the pain had disappeared. So, I continued on, without stopping. I worked on my feet all day Saturday, with my ankle tender and sore. I decided I needed to see an ortho though. It was time. (You think?!)
I talked with my friend Jana’s husband, who is in his residency for Ortho, and he suggested time off and (gulp!) flat supportive shoes (No heels!!) and an ankle brace. He also said that seeing an Ortho wouldn’t be a bad idea.
Sunday morning, I woke up and could barely put pressure on it. I went ahead and bought some new running shoes.. ones that are a stability shoe. And let me tell you, they are some of the ugliest shoes I have ever owned. But, they feel good. (sigh.) Not that I can run in them right now.
I called and got an appointment with an Ortho after we get back from our cruise next week.
So, I guess it’s time to meet my new best friends…
I’m hoping it’s just some tendonitis and not a stress fracture. But with the burning that accompanies the pain since Saturday, I’m not sure what’s going on. But, just add me to the Injured Reserve list for the next couple of weeks.
You can imagine how mopey I am.