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.
Before I begin on our fun filled weekend, I thought I would give you the 411 on the Ruben Studdard Half.
This was an inaugural event so, I didn’t have high expectations for it. The Expo was at the Birmingham Museum of Art– pretty cool place. But, it wasn’t really an Expo, it was more like a packet pick up. No vendors. Parking wasn’t a problem. I think they said around 800 runners ran the half and they did a 5K and a fun run around Linn Park.
The course? It was kind of awful. I think that this has the potential to be an awesome race.. it’s a fundraiser for the Musical Arts programs and they could do bands or groups or school choirs at different parts around the course.. otherwise, it’s boring and you are running in a not so fabulous area of town.
I am just going to tell you.. I got super nervous for this race. Savannah seemed like so long ago (WHAT?!) and I was unsure of my abilities. I really hate failure, people.
Anyway, the course started towards Legion Field and I started out WAY too fast. Mile 1 was ran in 8:43. I have never in my life, ran a mile that fast. I reeled it back in, Mile 2 was 10:46. I passed the first water station and me being me, had my phone in my hand and looked down at it, and tripped over a patch in the road. I caught myself before completely tumbling, letting the Otterbox take the brunt of the force. It held up nicely. I, of course, flashed everyone behind me when my skirt came up. Whoops. Anyway, I was mentally a mess. All over the place. Trying to keep myself in good spirits. I was getting sick and trying not to let that bother me. As we were rounding out through a serious sketch part of town, I am just going to tell you, that the ghetto, has NO road budget. I was going down a slight hill, and tripped over a crack in the road and completely lost it. I barrel rolled at least once, if not twice down that stupid hill. I was in shock. I tried to survey the damage. My hand and knee were bleeding. I checked to make sure I didn’t rip my skirt.. nope. It came up as I fell and I had some nice road rash on my hip. My pride.. was pretty battered. A girl heard me fall.. (yep. That’s what she told me) and came to my rescue. I was so embarrassed. But also? A little disappointed there would be no video evidence, since I love when people fall. I even YouTubed clips to try to show you what I looked it, but I couldn’t find what I was looking for. Sads for you.
I knew we had an aid station coming up around mile 4.5 (Yep. I wasn’t even half way finished). I stopped and asked for a band aid. This guy, whips a band aid out of his pocket, and pours Powerade in my wound to clean it. In the process, he pours Powerade all in my Garmin and it quits working. Thanks, yo! Then puts a band aid on my dripping wet hand. Yep. It didn’t stay.
The course continued through more boring parts of downtown, with zero spectators, except for my Dad, Karen, and two adorable little red heads. Oh wait. Black Girls Run had an extra water station for us (THANK YOU!) and Lululemon had some of their awesome peeps out with their signs. I hit the 10 mile mark at 2:02 and basically fell apart. My quads were over it. I needed band aids and mentally, I was DONE. The fall may have helped me get my perspective where it needed to be (JUST FINISH!) Ashley came back and found me and ran/walked with me the last 2 1/2 miles and I’ll be honest, I probably would have just walked the rest of it if it weren’t for her. She helped push me and tell me what was up ahead.
Addison asked me if maybe when she was 7 if she could run with me. I told her she could run with me anytime. My boo boos. I won’t show you the road rash on my hip. But I will say, I am still pretty banged up. My legs aren’t that sore. I am able to walk around like a normal person, so maybe my body remembers what it’s like to recover. I’m going to have some gnarly bruises though. Battle wounds, some would say. Becca told me I was making memories on the course. Either way, I’ll take it. Half marathon #4 done. 2nd in 2 weeks. 1st fall. Definitely a runner now.
I think this race has some great potential, but I am not sure I would run it again. It was not flat, like the website said. It needs more aid stations and course entertainment. The bling was nice. You know, I am all about the bling. Finish time 2:46. Not the sub 2:40, I wanted, but with two falls, I will take it and not complain.
P.S. Apologies on the different picture sizes.. still trying to figure all that out.