I’m going to drop the bomb then I’ll explain. I have a stress fracture. A stress fracture in the base the fourth metatarsal. What does this mean? It means I have a new friend for 3-4 weeks….
Meet The Boot.
I actually have another new friend (i.e. the tank top inside the Lululemon bag). I like this one a lot more than the boot.
I pretty much knew going into my podiatrist appointment, which was 2+ weeks after my first instance of pain, that it wouldn’t be good news. I hadn’t run or done any form of cardio in 18 days but I was obviously still putting pressure on it by just walking around. I got an X-ray and then an MRI to confirm what I was afraid of.
This means: no cardio of any kind for a month, not even swimming. I have a follow-up appointment with the doctor in mid-November to get an x-ray. He said at that point I might be able to start putting pressure on it and ease into exercise (still no running). I will probably have to go to PT for a few weeks too.
Does this suck? Yes. Is it the end of the world? No.
Per usual I had my complaining session on the phone with my mom, but I finished the call feeling more encouraged than before. My mom can work magic like that. I’m upset about a lot, but mainly that a) I waited so long to get an X-ray (hindsight is 20/20), b) I don’t feel pain, per say and c) I’m going through running FOMO. I’m oddly more upset about not running NYC this year than I am about missing my own marathon. Last year was such an incredible experience and I want to re-do it, MINUS the horrific weather. But I’ll be cheering you all on… from my warm bed.
So, what can I do? A lot, actually. I just have to get out of my comfort zone. Strength training is my new thing. Scratch that. It will *hopefully* become my new thing. Now is a time to work on the things I neglected during marathon training, like strength and flexibility. I can finally get that 6-pack I’ve been wanting…
I have my moments of disappointment and frustration but this stuff happens. Now I can be considered a “real” runner because I have a legit injury, right? I’m on a roll with jokes. But seriously, running is a LIFETIME sport. It’s not like I’ll never run again. It sucks in the short-term but I have years and years and races and races ahead of me (<— what I’m telling myself when I feel down).
This isn’t going to turn into an injury-recovery blog, but there will probably be a few posts about it because I write about my life…and this is obviously part of it right now. As always, thanks for your support.