Running truly is the Devil’s sport. But I keep going back for more.
I went for a quick run Thursday afternoon and immediately after, I had a killer pain in both of my feet. The pain was so bad, I could barely walk. The pain was still excruciating on Friday so I called one of my best friends, Chelsea, who is almost done with PT school. She said we had to do an evaluation in person, which I couldn’t do until Sunday as I was going to Minneapolis for the weekend. I gave it some time and felt a million times better on Saturday. Sunday was the Twin Cities Marathon, so we obviously did a lot of walking. By the end of the marathon, the pain was back and I could barely walk again. So what is the first thing I did when I got back to Madison? Yep, called Chey to do this evaluation.
After awhile of poking and prodding, she thinks I have Peroneal Tendonitis.
And what would have caused this Peroneal Tendonitis? Well for starters, I’m a stupid female who chose to wear “cute” shoes over my good running shoes the past few weeks. These “cute” Pumas have significantly less support. See for yourself:
So what did Chelsea tell me to do? She said ice it, rest it and do ankle exercises. Well, I have a smidge of a problem with the “rest” part. My Half in St. Louis is in 12 days. Because I’m a stubborn pain in the ass, I went for a short run last night. Don’t worry, it was only 2 miles. I know all you runners are calling me a moron right now, thinking I should rest or it will get worse. Don’t worry, I’ve already heard an ear-full from my sister.
Good news is, it was only painful for the first 3/4 mile. I wanted to go further than 2 miles, but didn’t want to push it. When I finished, the pain was back, but not nearly as bad as yesterday. So I’m back to icing and doing my exercises. But I’m being optimistic…I’ll be back on that horse in no time.
I headed north to visit one of my best friends, Emily, who moved there in August. Tear, she’s officially a Minnesota resident. Anyway, I don’t blame her for moving; the Twin Cities are fabulous. I always have a great time up there and love seeing old friends who live there.
On Sunday, Emily’s boyfriend was running the Twin Cities Marathon. I love and hate being a spectator. I love it because I’m not the one going through the pain. Or through the 24-Hour-I-Think-I-Have-To-Pee-Even-Though-I-Just-Went-5-Minutes-Ago feeling. But I hate it because I get such an itch to run. And then I feel like a POS because these people have already run 13.1 or 26.2 miles that day and…what…have…I…done…today…? Yep, that’s why.
To be honest, if I ever run another marathon, I would like to do this one. It seemed pretty flat and was absolutely gorgeous with the fall colors. The last stretch of the race goes downhill from a huge church, heading towards the State Capital.
Watching the marathon with the lingering thought that I might not be able to run the St. Louis Half made me completely depressed. Even if my 2-mile run was a bad idea yesterday, it made me feel better. If you’re still reading (shocked if you are…this is an incredibly long post), cross your fingers for me…give me your most positive running thoughts… anything, please! I’ll keep you all updated, of course.