My injury was not shin splints, nor the dreaded stress fracture. The doctors were sure of that after pressing all up and down my right shin—at least buy me dinner first eh. So they flipped me over like a flap-jack and decided it was a tear in my Soleus muscle. That was on March 6th. I haven’t run since February 26th. It will be three weeks next Tuesday, but it seems like forever. Ffffoooorrrrrreeeeevvvvvvvvveeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
These things take 6 to 8 weeks they said. So, I’ve been an elliptical god, spending as much as 3.5 hours straight on the lower-body-gerbil-wheel. It had been feeling better, not hurting from walking or standing around, so tonight I gave it a little test on a treadmill. I walked .1M at a 15m/mile pace, and then tried to run at a 9m/mile pace. I didn’t get to .2M. The pain was there immediately.
Looks like more time on the elliptical for Spike. And thusly a few things stand out. It seems very evident that racing Glass City is out. If I’m lucky I can maybe keep enough fitness to trot it, or maybe the half. Moreover, Racer and I have switched places and it will be my turn to support her marathon while I’m sidelined.
Only, I wish this injury was something more serious. Something that would justify sitting on the couch and issuing orders through my megaphone. Or, maybe I just wish I injured a muscle most people have heard of.