Le Foot
I'm trying not to freak out. In fact I think yesterday I was silently chanting that to myself for a few hours straight. "Don't freak out. Don't freak out. It's gonna be okay."
The thing is, when you train for something (Vermont City Marathon in this case) for so long (eh, four or five months maybe if you include the training leading up to the Moab 1/2 marathon), it becomes your focus and drive in life. I mean really, what do I do? I work, I run, I eat and I sleep. Luckily, I don't have a significant other because if I did I'm pretty sure that relationship would be a bit strained unless he too was a total fitness freak.
So, when my foot started hurting on Sunday night with every step I took on a leisurely walk down by the river, I was a little worried. I went home, iced it and took some Advil (this girl doesn't ever take meds unless necessary). Monday it felt fine so I went running with the group. Less than a mile in I had to stop and walk. And that's when I tell you, fear set in. And because I had barely broken a sweat I headed straight for the gym for a cardio session on the bike followed of course by more icing and Adviling.
Yesterday, the foot was aching at work. I took some Advil, accepted the fact that I could not run and did a 35 min aqua jog (damn that works the legs). Then I hit the gym for some upper body and abs and short bike. Last night the panic set in. I mean really I have no idea if it's a big deal. It doesn't hurt terribly, but it's enough to make me nervous and see all that training slipping away. It's crazy to see how mentally defeating it can be. But part of me wonders when things like this happen, if it's not the universe or God or a greater being out there telling me something? Physically, I realize there could be some other components to it, but I also believe everything happens for a reason and sometimes those reasons may be greater than what we are willing to understand.
This weekend is a scheduled 20+ mile run and I'm starting to worry that it may not make the books. Breathe in. Breathe out. Either way, I'm staying positive that if the foot doesn't heal as I demand it to, I still have an amazing trip planned with some of my best friends and that alone is worth it. Breathe in. Breathe out. Rest. Ice. Compression. Elevate. Repeat.
The thing is, when you train for something (Vermont City Marathon in this case) for so long (eh, four or five months maybe if you include the training leading up to the Moab 1/2 marathon), it becomes your focus and drive in life. I mean really, what do I do? I work, I run, I eat and I sleep. Luckily, I don't have a significant other because if I did I'm pretty sure that relationship would be a bit strained unless he too was a total fitness freak.
So, when my foot started hurting on Sunday night with every step I took on a leisurely walk down by the river, I was a little worried. I went home, iced it and took some Advil (this girl doesn't ever take meds unless necessary). Monday it felt fine so I went running with the group. Less than a mile in I had to stop and walk. And that's when I tell you, fear set in. And because I had barely broken a sweat I headed straight for the gym for a cardio session on the bike followed of course by more icing and Adviling.
Yesterday, the foot was aching at work. I took some Advil, accepted the fact that I could not run and did a 35 min aqua jog (damn that works the legs). Then I hit the gym for some upper body and abs and short bike. Last night the panic set in. I mean really I have no idea if it's a big deal. It doesn't hurt terribly, but it's enough to make me nervous and see all that training slipping away. It's crazy to see how mentally defeating it can be. But part of me wonders when things like this happen, if it's not the universe or God or a greater being out there telling me something? Physically, I realize there could be some other components to it, but I also believe everything happens for a reason and sometimes those reasons may be greater than what we are willing to understand.
This weekend is a scheduled 20+ mile run and I'm starting to worry that it may not make the books. Breathe in. Breathe out. Either way, I'm staying positive that if the foot doesn't heal as I demand it to, I still have an amazing trip planned with some of my best friends and that alone is worth it. Breathe in. Breathe out. Rest. Ice. Compression. Elevate. Repeat.
Comments
and thats so awesome that you're running the VT City! I used to volunteer at a water station with my track team in high school for that race! Next year hopefully, my brother and i are going to try to get a 2 person relay going...we tried last year but this year i haven't quite gotten back into running since the Marine Corps Marathon in october...i should probably get on that...
feel better soon!! <3
I'm with you, I neeeever take medicine until I'm like dying. And then I think oh, I guess that would probably help.
I hope you feel better soon!