Oh, friends. I’m trying so hard not to freak out. After 3 years, my luck finally ran out.
Tuesday is my favorite day of the week because of the West Sixth Brewery Running Club. Great place, great people. We always have tons of friends there. I just love it. We needed a little extra mileage, so Nathan and I went out early. Knocked out a speedy (for me) mile and a half. 10:30, baby! I actually ran with Nathan. So proud. We got honked and waved at by friends meeting us at West Sixth. Weather was perfect. I felt so blessed to be a runner.
We got back to the brewery. Hung out with our friends. When I set out for the group run, I hung out with a few friends who were at a really comfortable pace for me. No pushing at all. It felt great. Nice and chatty. I felt like the gang was all together again.
About halfway into the run, it happened. I realized I had a twinge in the outside of my right foot. There was no precipitating event – no twist, misstep, or pop. It started as nothing major, it just felt bruised. It disappeared going uphill. But the pain increased over the next mile. It didn’t hurt any less to walk. I was running at a very comfortable pace. So I ran it in.
By the time I got back to the brewery and walked to get the water bottle out of the car, I was limping. The outside of my foot was stabbing. I changed into my more supportive shoes that I just happened to have in the car. The limp went away, but the pain was still there.
I sat for an hour or so, eating my gyro and chatting it up, before I was able to admit that there was something really wrong. This isn’t just discomfort. This is pain. My dearest Kelly hypothesized that I was suffering from peroneal inflammation (maybe tendonitis).
And, after lots of research and consultation, I think she is right.
I know what I need to do. I don’t want to make it worse and end up in a boot. I will take care of my foot. I need to RICE (rest/ice/compression/elevate). So I’m on an ice and elevation schedule. I’m not compressing because, dude, an ace bandage increases the pain something serious.
I’m really struggling with the Rest part. 2-4 weeks without running.
Yes, friends. Two to four weeks.
Big picture? I’ll be okay. The marathon is 5 weeks away. I know I am very well trained at this point. I feel really solid. I don’t know how I will structure my workouts between now and then, but I know I can still complete the marathon. Not as comfortably or as quickly as if I had been able to continue my training, but I can finish the marathon.
But short-term? I’m really struggling. Really. This weekend? Friday night: Birthday party for the run group I founded. Saturday: Anniversary group run and oatmeal buffet tailgate. Sunday: Iron Horse Half Marathon. All my friends will be there. My plan was to run a very easy race, pacing several of my half newbie friends.
So now, instead of being the leader, I’ll be sitting on the sidelines. Worrying about my friends out there running. Without an awesome medal that lights up.
I know that short of a miracle I will not be running the half. And it kinda breaks my heart a little. Maybe even a lot.
So, yeah. That’s where I am today. I know I have a million things to be thankful for. I know I have been very lucky up to this point. But that doesn’t change the fact that this sucks.