The frustration I’m feeling right now is so immense I don’t even know that I can clearly convey what I want to. I’ve got a nagging pain in my foot. It’s been over a week now, and it’s completely hindering my running.
Here, let me paintbrush a googled picture for you.
It’s not a morton’s neuroma, which is the first suggestion I’ve heard from many. Or at least, I don’t think it is, none of the pain descriptions fit. It’s more of a feeling of pressure and pain in the joints.
And guess what? It SUCKS.
For those of you who have been around these parts (i.e. my blog) for the last year, you’ll remember I started off the year the exact same way. With a mystery pain, never fully diagnosed much further than a “you are running too much, take time off” type of deal. Because unless my foot is actually falling off, I’m too broke to justify a random trip to any specialists. Especially since they will probably just tell me the same song and dance “take some time off from running, and ice it”.
But I’m not going to sit here and feel sorry for myself. I mean, I could, but where would that get me? No where. I have no idea WHAT I did. Was it over training (too much mileage too soon? I did go WAY over on the long runs for the sake of company…I really like my running group!). Was it the shoes? Do I need more cushion in the forefoot? I hate to think a more minimal shoe would be to blame, especially after all of the research I’ve done leading me to believe otherwise.
Or did I just stub my foot on something in the middle of the night and completely forget about it? Entirely possible, haha.
Regardless, no sense it over analyzing it now. It hurts. I shouldn’t run. End of story. I just have to roll with the punches. Seems to be the theme for this year.
2010 has in fact, been the truest test of my character, both running and otherwise, EVER. There was the first random injury, the burnout from school, the infamous ankle injury that left me limping and out of training for 6 weeks. Then, there was personal stuff that some of you may have picked up on, others might not. Dealing with someone very close to me as they struggled for their life. Making the hardest decision of my life, withdrawing from classes of my very last semester before graduation the *day* before they started, picking up my boys and moving 17 hours north for a month. It sucked, more than I can ever describe, but it had to be done. It was the best thing I could have done.
But despite all of that, despite missing out on 2 marathons because of injuries, I still call this year a win.
In February, I bought a new bike, my first *big girl* bike, showed up at a big organized ride the next day, then cried in a parking lot when I realized clipless pedals were A LOT harder than I imagined. But I did it.
I got my butt in the pool. Overcame (well, made a start at least) my fear of swimming laps. In April, I raced my first triathlon. A feat on it’s own. I even came in second in my age group. Beyond my wildest dreams.
In May, there was the Warrior Dash. Despite the injury, it was really freaking fun. And I wound up with one of the most epic race day photos ever, one to show the grand kids one day…
Then my second triathlon, with only weeks of training thanks to the ankle injury above. I survived my first open water swim, even though I wanted to swim over to the kayaks and quit about a thousand times. And those terrifying hills…I rode up, and back down, each one of them. The same week my entire world pretty much crumbled around me. I had every reason not to toe that starting line, but I did it. I have never been more proud of myself than I was running down that finishers chute.
A hand full of 5k’s, with OA and AG awards, getting faster each time.
In October, with a little (OK, A LOT) of help from friends, I proved to myself that I’m stronger than I think, with a huge half marathon PR.
And ending the year being welcomed into what I can already tell is an amazing family, with opportunities I still can’t wrap my head around…I am so honored.
Thus, I am begrudgingly taking a week 100% off from running. A week, maybe two. My butt and bike saddle are about to become best friends this week. This isn’t what the marathon training plan called for, and once again, my dreams for a PERFECT training cycle are dashed. Yet I am still very optimistic that , even if I take two weeks off, I still have 7 weeks left to train, and a PR will be mine.
Because if I’ve learned ANYTHING this year, it’s that I’m stronger than I ever used to believe. For me to realize that, has been a huge, huge break through. And so a little foot injury is NOT going to stop me.
Onwards to 2011…the year of the triathlon. Bring it open water swims, you are next on my “to do and conquer” list.
Happy Holidays my friends, thanks for all of your support this year!
Dream it. Believe it. LIVE IT.