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.
6 comments:
God you are such a prima donna, drama queen... Why don't you cry about it some more...
I kid. You've been a trooper and your determination to keep your fitness has been admirable. I'm so sorry this happened, why the eff can't we both train for a marathon at the same time, in the same state, while living together? Guess one of us needs to move out during the next cycle. I vote you. Heh.
"sitting on the couch and issuing orders through my megaphone."
You mean that doesn't happen already? I thought that would commence once you were married and didn't have to pretend to be nice all the time. ;)
If you need to borrow Das Boot I have one that might fit, since I have big-ass freak feet.
I'm sorry you are injured. Happens to the best of us. And by best, I mean all.
That megaphone sounds like a great idea. I wonder if Nick would be opposed to my using one when I'm too tired to walk downstairs.
You really shouldn't have done that. Injuries are painful. Heal fast. Cheers!
You could try biking and swimming... :) haha.
Hope the injury heals quickly and lets you least hobble through Glass City.
I'm with you on the sucktastic injuries. I've been keeping on the down low and trying to do what I can and whatever doesn't hurt. Not training when you need/want to is the worst!
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