Today is D-Day, also known as doctor day. I'm going to my amazing sports medicine doctor to find out what in the heck is wrong with my foot. He diagnosed my hip/knee issues and off I went to my physical therapist who fixed me right up! Wait, but now we're talking about my foot, you ask? Let's rewind to about four weeks ago (an eternity in any kind of running training).
M and I were all packed up and ready to go up to Boston after I ran a local 11 Mile Road Race. I needed to get in an 11 or 12 mile long run, so I figured doing it with a bunch of people and not running it as a race would be good for me.
Friday night I decided to go on a flat, short run around our neighborhood, but after about two miles, I just felt dead with heavy legs. So I stopped to rest up for the next morning. And when I woke up, my ankle/foot hurt and was a little swollen. What the heck? I don't remember rolling my ankle or anything, so this was odd. (I know, I know, you shouldn't run on an injury.) I decided to run anyways.
Once I got going (in the pouring rain mind you), I felt fantastic. A twinge of pain here or there, but I felt really strong...to the point where I thought, wow I'm definitely mentally ready to tackle 26.2 miles, and my body will be ready in no time.
Then after the race we hopped in the car...for almost 4 hours with the traffic. And as soon as I stepped out of the car, sharp pain went through the outside of my right foot. Cue terror! I couldn't figure out what the heck could be wrong, but when a friend mentioned potentially a stress fracture, I googled the symptoms and mine lined up perfectly.
I didn't have health insurance from the day I left my job until September 1st so seeing my doctor was out of the cards. Now I'm anxiously awaiting diagnosis. And I've decided that it won't be the end of the world if I can't run it this year, since I've only got one more race and volunteering to go for guaranteed entry via 9+1.
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