I am generally a positive person, but today it’s all doom and gloom as I’ve spent the last two days in tears. I tumbled down a set of stairs the Sunday before Easter. My left leg went up behind me as I slid down and the spot in front of my ankle had a dull pain and a bruise in the days after. Well, I have been working SO SO hard on my couch to 5k program and didn’t want to give it up. I went running on it twice last week and, while it hurt at the beginning of the run, it was pretty much painless once I got warmed up. On Easter I wore big wedges all day (I almost always wear flats in spite of my height) and then I ran on it again Monday morning. By lunch time I was limping and could barely get around. When Honey got home from work I was in tears – equally from the pain and from the realization that the race I am planning with bestie M would probably not happen in three weeks.
I called the first podiatrist I could find and took his first appointment today. I didn’t get a great feeling from him and he didn’t really listen to my long story. I’m sure he hears sob stories all day, but seriously, he didn’t even pretend to care. He took at x-ray and said it looked fine. I walked out of there with a lovely boot type accessory and no clue as to what is wrong. He said it could be a stress fracture that isn’t showing up yet on the x-ray or tendonitis. He sold me a month’s worth of pain killers (seriously?!? I didn’t get that with childbirth or the extraction of my compacted wisdom teeth.) and told me to stay off of it for two weeks and then come back in.
None of this sits well with me and I had hoped for a few more answers. I have made my follow up appointment with a doctor referred to me by a friend and wish I’d taken the time to go that route the first time. Of course, I have done loads of self diagnosing and I feel like it is peroneal tendonitis. It is mostly found in people with high arches (moi) and often occurs as a side effect of a sprain (makes sense after my fall). I have read many different accounts of this injury that range from doctors advising it is okay to taper the exercise schedule but to keep running through it to doctors saying to stay off of it for six months.
More than anything, I am incredibly disappointed by the likely possibility that I won’t be running with bestie M. I know it’s “just” a 5k and “there will be many more”, but I have worked harder at this than I have at anything since having a healthy, live baby when Whit was born. UGH. Just UGH!
If you need me I’ll be sitting on my sofa. For the foreseeable future… boo hoo hoo hoo