I think this is going to have to be the last post on this topic for at least a few days. It's too depressing... and I'm sick of my own drama... you all must be sick of it too. It seemed like everything was going to be FINE, and things were on the MEND, and I was practically celebrating the idea that I could add 1/2 mile to Saturday's run if... IF... WTF! happened here!
Hot Doc and I had discussed 3 things that "if this... then..." they were:
- "If the pain increases at an earlier point in the run". In other words, two weeks ago I could run 10 miles pain free. That fell off to 6 miles, which is why I visited Hot Doc. He suggested 4 miles, and that was all fine, but yesterday the pain came on pretty strong at mile 2... So.... that progress is definitely notable. Just, sadly, in the wrong direction. Not that I didn't enjoy my run with DeNiece listening to a discussion about eating habits, safe pre-run foods, run groups, who's running what pace at 10K training team and she was nice an hung back with me... ~yea~. We had a nice chat. Just, my "fankle" blew up, or did it Explode? Melt Down? Was it a twitter Bomb? Hard to put words on the event really... on the one downhill of the route, so that took a little away from the, ah, joy.
- "If the pain interferes with your day to day activities" ... yea, um. I don't want to talk about the fact that I scooch'd down my stairs today before I was booted because I just couldn't face walking down them again. Up? No problem. Down? I don't need to come downstairs right now.... No really... I'll stay up here...
- "If the pain occurs during sleep". We've discussed Sting, Neurotic 4 am wake-up for nothing, Screaming Tibia, and the Voice of the Hot Doc haunting my Insomnia. I think we will not revisit this.
Because of all those things, I'm just going to be super cautious for a few days (I actually made a 3 week commitment to myself. 21 days. It's not quite a detox, which is typically 28 days long). One down... yesterday counts right? I'm counting it, because I wore the boot.
I will say, I put the boot on and it immediately felt better. I'm still going to hit the pool and bond with OC. I mean, seriously, what is missing 8 miles of running this week really? (did I just type that? holy carp. i just... blacked out for a minute there...) In the grand scheme of things? Nothing. Nothing, right? I mean, I can get that back in a week or two....
K. I need to go freak out now.