Last Saturday, I was doing this.
For the next three weeks, I’ll be doing this.
(My left foot has become unbearably cocky.)
My heel and ankle were feeling sloshy as I drove home from the race. It’s gotten worse instead of better over the past few days, and in the evenings I find myself wincing and walking around on the ball of my foot. Diagnosis? Stress fracture, right heel.
Ortho Doc: You need to immobilize it in the boot for three weeks.
Me: This might sound crazy, but can I take it out of the boot for a few hours on the 17th to run another 5K with my daughter?
Ortho Doc: I think you know the answer to that question.
Me: Last year I had three stress fractures in my left leg. Now I have one in my right heel. What am I doing wrong?
Ortho Doc: Some people are prone to stress fractures. Your bone density is great and your labs are great. I think you’re just one of those people.
Me: Are you saying that I’m not graceful?
Ortho Doc: I would never.
So, Jeff will be running the Girls on the Run 5K in my place. And I’m bummed. Like, the most bummed I’ve been in awhile. (I just reached the point where I can run for thirty minutes without wanting to die. This stress fracture has squashed my delusions of invincibility.)
Go on with your day. I’ll be sitting over here in the corner eating Halloween crap and fighting the urge to take a nap in our hornet bed. Sort of like Macaulay Culkin in My Girl. But not really. (Know that I know that I’m being dramatic. I’m giving myself 24 hours for operatics. And Indian food.)