Last week when I spoke of patience I thought I had already been put to the test. It had been six miserably long weeks since I had been diagnosed with my stress fracture and eight weeks since it had happened. I really felt like it couldn't get any worse and that I had moved on enough to feel confident that everything was going to be OK. Over the weekend I masochistically spectated THE race I was supposed to have run, the one I had trained my heart out for before I got injured, and actually had a blast doing so. Who am I if not the queen of making the most of my situation?
This morning at my follow up appointment with my sports doc he marveled over this information and thanked me for being the best athlete he’s ever had as a patient because I have actually been listening to my body, backing off when needed, exercising patience, xtraining as promised, and following all the rules... but… But… BUT…
My x-rays showed no signs of progress.
No healing.
I cannot even begin to explain the weight those words had or how I felt when they were spoken. I thought I had cried all the tears I could cry over this injury but it seems I had a helluva reserve. The worst part of this is there is no answer for why I’m not healing, sometimes these things just take time. I go back for another follow-up in four weeks and we’ll go from there. In the meantime I am to continue doing what I have been doing; xtraining, playing it safe with the crutches when it hurts, taking calcium & vitamin D, etc… oh and all the races I had planned for the fall are shelved.
2011 = The Year of the DNS
I am currently looking in to amputation.
Kidding!!!
Sorta.
Good thing B.o.B gave me those swimming lessons this past weekend eh?
I am honestly at a loss. I know this is not the end of the world, I know I will run again, I know this is just another setback to overcome... but I’m tired, I’m disheartened, I’m broken, and at the moment I feel like I have already exhausted my reserves of inner strength, motivation, and determination.
