I had a completely different post planned for today but then life took a rather nasty turn.
Tuesday night, come home, start dinner, then go upstairs to put on comfy clothes. BC is in our bedroom and asking all about the agenda for this weekend’s big races. After going through all of that, I realize the time and head downstairs to check on dinner. Right at the bottom of the stairs I slip and fall and it happens so quickly I’m unable to catch myself and land right on my ankle.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.
I immediately burst into tears, because it’s Tuesday night and I have a 5K and a 10K to run in less than a week. As it happens, I already had an annual exam scheduled for Wednesday afternoon so I contacted my manager and explained the situation and said I’d be taking a full sick day instead of just a couple of hours.
I spent the evening RICE-ing: Rest. Ice. Compression. Elevation.
In fact, after dinner, while cleaning up, BC asked me, “What flavor of Mitchell’s do you want?” Because he’s amazing and awesome like that. I opted for chocolate peanut butter. I called it RICE cream. He also picked up an ankle brace and an air cast. BECAUSE HE IS AMAZING AND AWESOME LIKE THAT.
I pretty much spent the evening doing ridiculous amounts of crying. And hobbling, on those rare situations where I needed to move. Like going upstairs to use the bathroom which was, like, the worst thing ever. GODDAMN CENTURY HOME I JUST MOVED INTO.
It was all super sexy, let me tell you.
The next day, my appointment was scheduled for 2:40 but thankfully my doctor had an opening at 11, which I happily took as I’d rather get in and out and spend the remainder of the day resting.
My first question was, of course, about my races. She didn’t say I couldn’t, it was more of a very, very cautious “wait and see how your ankle feels” with a side of, “If you feel strong enough, I can’t really stop you.” Which, y’know, fair response.
Obviously that’s all I’ve been thinking about for the past couple of days and here’s where I’m at:
Sunday’s 10K? Out. For one thing, those 6.2 miles pose a greater risk for re-injury plus, even assuming my foot feels better, it’ll probably make this slow runner even slower. Sissy is coming into town this weekend to run the 10K, too, and we have family plans after. Time constraints are already a concern with my normal pace so, yeah, no. She’ll still be running, of course: just because I’m a clumsy fool doesn’t mean she has to miss her first 10K.
The 5K…..I’m leaning towards no. Of course, I’m also still not 100% and I can’t predict the future so who knows once Saturday morning rolls around. But based on how I feel today, Thursday, and looking ahead to Saturday, it seems unlikely I’ll be in a condition I’ll feel confident even walking 3.1 miles, let alone running.
My main concern is that I’m supposed to start training for the Akron Half Marathon in about two weeks. I’ve been wanting to run that race since doing the Relay Marathon last year. Normally, I wouldn’t start training until July but I’ve been looking at a different training plan this year.
My first half was in 2013 and I’ve been trying to beat that 3:37:53 time ever since. Neither my 2014 nor 2015 half got me there and it’s one reason why I chose to not run the Cleveland Half this year. That said, at the halfway point at last year’s half I was right on target so I know I can do it.
I really, really, really want that fucking PR you guys and since signing up a couple of months ago, Akron has been my big race for the year. This is the race I’ve had my eyes on, the one I’ve been working towards. I want to run my best half that I can and I know I have it in me…
…but only if I start my training in the best possible place. And that means skipping the 5K and 10K and letting my ankle heal.
Sure, I could maybe hobble through the 5K but at what cost? Keep in mind, too, I’m not a 125 lb runner with minimal body fat. My body has to carry more weight around, which puts more weight on the healing foot. To that end, my doctor told me they now have a nutritionist on staff. She didn’t say this in any sort of judgmental way regarding my weight, it was more of a casual, “Soooo we have a nutritionist on staff now” (said while feeling me up/doing a breast exam. Awkward.) Clearly she was presenting the idea in a way that would let me make the decision for myself and I said yes. Not only because I need some nutritional guidance but I especially need it for my running. I never know how to balance wanting to lose weight with needing to eat to perform well. So I have to look at my calendar and make an appointment but here’s hoping I can meet with her right around the time my half training starts.
So that’s what’s going on here. SO MUCH FUN. I’m still planning on attending the fancy Ambassador Reception tomorrow night so I can see my running family and I need to go to the Expo to pick up Sissy’s stuff, but yeah.
If nothing else, at least I have an interesting Last Chapter for my book.
Love from the ashes,