Almost exactly one year later, to the date, of my first stress fracture. I'm down for the count again. This time it's on the other foot, I don't know if it's a stress fracture, all I know is that I can't put any kind of weight on it without searing pain. Enter crutches, hey old friends, welcome back.
It all went down on my 12 mile run yesterday morning with the girls, it was such a beautiful day. I was having an 'off' running day in the first place, lagging far behind the girls once we hit mile six. Then I started to get a 'twinge' in my right foot. I ignored it. Just like last year. I caught up to the girls around mile nine, we had three miles back to the YMCA where we started. I stopped to adjust my laces thinking that was the problem with my right foot...just like last year.... then IT WAS ON. Full blown. I knew right away I was done for. So I yelled at the girls who were probably a quarter mile in front of me already, I had stopped and started several times. They didn't hear.
I had about 2.5 miles back to the YMCA at that point. The whole time I pathetically limped while balling and snotting all over everything. I loved how none of the cyclists stopped to even ask if I was okay. RUDE. I didn't have my phone with me to call anyone. Finally with a half mile to go, Katie came zooming up yelling "get in sister." New rules have already been established, if we need each other to stop we scream and flail or fall on the ground... we are dramatic!
The almost redeeming factor here is that Ed was supposed to go to Oklahoma this weekend and I was staying home to dog sit. He got a heinous migraine Friday afternoon that kept him home for the weekend. So we have been the most pathetic pair this past day and a half. Again, it's comical. He couldn't do anything because of his migraine, I can't do anything because I'm on crutches. We are just sitting here laughing at ourselves! Thankfully Ed's migraine has passed.
The reason it's all so bizarre is that this is exactly what happened last year, almost the same week (last year it was a week later). In the meantime, I sure did go 11.5 miles total yesterday, and I was quite happy with the speed of the run, except the two miles where I was limping and snotting of course.
Side note, comfort eating has begun... so I'll most likely be posting a LOT of information about delicious food, and beef and malts. I don't stress eat, I comfort eat... a LOT. It's quite impressive actually.
Here are some posts about my stress fracture last year, I'm handling it much better already, like I said. This ain't my first rodeo. Actually my stress fracture last year is what prompted me to start my blog:
The start of it all
The ugly side of the stress fracture
Why I'll be really bummed if I can't run the Wichita Half this year
Annnnd, what I WON'T be doing this time around
Now it's time for some more comfort food... pretty sure I smell a burrito and chips and guac in my immediate future.