Okay…I know I’ve been MIA and I’m SOR…RY 🙂
I couldn’t wait to get home from work on February 23rd. It was going to be a great late afternoon and evening. The 23rd was a Tuesday so it was a 10 mile Tuesday for me as I continued my training for what I was hoping was going to be my 2nd Boston Qualifier at the Vernonia Banks Marathon this weekend (Apr. 10). Later that evening Val and I had tickets to our first Portland Trailblazers game which we got for free from her school (pretty sweet, right?).
We loved our free nosebleed section seats!
What I didn’t love was having to use Val as a human crutch to get from my apartment, up the hill to the bus stop, off the bus stop and to the stadium, inside the stadium, and back again. Why did I have to do this?
That’s why! One mile into my favorite 10 mile route I ran right on top of glass from a broken beer bottle that instantly sent pain and shivers throughout my body. I remember gasping at the moment of impact, and I knew this wasn’t the pain you get from stepping on a random jagged rock with road shoes (also painful, but temporaril). When I pulled the glass out of the shoe, I realized my foot was getting very warm and I could very some liquid pooling in my shoe. Fortunately, I was not far from Val’s school so she was able to meet me and help me crutch over to a bus stop. The pain wasn’t excruciating, but that was probably just adrenaline masking the effects of the puncture.
What was interesting was how quickly I decided to not go to urgent care. I literally have no idea why I was so adamantly against seeing a doctor. Val asked if we should, and without question, I said, “Nope.” I guess I thought I could just go home, wash it out, slap a band-aid on the wound and just eat healthy food to speed up the healing process. I was sorely mistaken. I didn’t consider infection (I got lucky with this one) and Val thought that she didn’t see any glass when she cleaned the puncture site. Well, luck didn’t find me twice because 7 weeks after the incident, I finally decided to head to the Oregon Foot Clinic and lo and behold…
Yeah…sorry friends who tried to help, but in the words of the doctor who pulled this out of me: “No amount of Silicea 30C was going to push that out.”
That’s right…7 weeks of not running. I actually remember jogging 4 broken-up miles 2 weeks after the injury and I had to run so awkwardly that my ankle was sore the next day from the repeated motion. I wasn’t immobile though. I have been making good use of my gym membership and got a few days of swimming in, but mostly focused my time and energy on the bike and doing strength training. The bike has allowed me to get some kind of cardiovascular fitness training in without causing my foot to pain me and the strength training, I know, will help me bounce back quicker than had I neglected that important part of my training.
The trainer at home has been another lifesaver, mentally.
Perfect Fuel is pictured above and this chocolate + caffeine fuel is so great for half-way through my early morning workouts. One piece is all I need to ease my hunger from trying to train fasted. I definitely need to get back to running to really get my body used to endurance training on lower readily-available calories.
If someone asked me I would do if I were not able to run for weeks due to an injury, I’d have told them, “I’d be balled up in a corner somewhere.” Well, that wasn’t the case…
I was made an official member of Nii Tribe. I limped around at a black-tie event with Val.
I hung out with friends…
…and made lasting memories!
I was treated to delicious food by our friend, Carrie, over at Our Stable Table.
And most memorably, I attended the USATF Indoor Championships and saw some great competition!
And as I finish typing up this post (I started it yesterday, but the day got away from me), I am giddy because I finally ran a mile this morning. The sutures are out and I am on Day 1 of my return to running normally and consistently! It’s a good day, people.