LET’S RECAP, SHALL WE?
- May 10, 2016: I fall down the stairs. Think I sprained my ankle.
- May 14, 2016: Have to miss the Cleveland 5K/10K Challenge
- May 16, 2016: Go to the ER and OH HEY NOT SPRAINED AFTER ALL. Doctor puts me in a non-weight bearing plaster cast.
- June 24, 2016: Switch to a walking cast.
- July 11, 2016: Switch to a walking boot.
- July 21, 2016: Drive to Indianapolis for FitBloggin16
- July 26, 2016: Have an ankle appointment where he tells me to wear the boot for two more weeks.
- July 28, 2016: #CLOTPOCALYPSE
- August 10, 2016: Switch to air-cast per Bone Doc’s instructions.
- August 22, 2016: Bone Doc says wear air cast for four more weeks.
- September 22, 2016: Given the #anklegate all clear.
Holy shit, you guys.
WHERE THE FUCK DID MY SUMMER GO?!
Right, so yesterday I had my final follow-up appointment with the Bone Doc. It was the most anti-climactic appointment ever. I go in, I have x-rays taken. He comes in and is basically like “Yeah, we’re all done here. Call if you have any issues down the road.”
It was a little more nuanced than that but not really. I saw him for a grand total of, like, five minutes. He suggested maybe wearing the air cast every once in awhile for the next two months — like if I’m walking on really uneven ground or in a situation where there’s a big crowd (“Like a Brown’s game” LOLOLOLOLOL) but other than that I’m good without it.
Naturally I asked about exercise. He said I can resume low impact stuff like my spinning and yoga. But running I have to hold off for six more weeks.
But, okay, whatever. I have a date. I have a plan. I can walk for exercise which, as he pointed out, will help to start build up my base over the next six weeks.
In other news, let’s talk about tomorrow, shall we?
Tomorrow. Oh, tomorrow.
Tomorrow is the day I was supposed to run the Akron Half-Marathon.
Tomorrow is the day I was supposed to get a half-marathon Personal Record (PR).
I registered for this back in January as soon as registration opened. I was all ready. I had a new training plan and was ready to put the work in.
Then, of course, there was #Anklegate. Not only did that fuck up my Cleveland Marathon weekend races, it fucked up my Akron Half, too. Because I apparently have the slowest healing bone ever.
Okay. No biggie, because, see, the National Book Fest in D.C. in this weekend, too, and Stephen King is a headliner (anyone reading an advanced ready copy of my book Running with a Police Escort knows I’m a huge Stephen King fan). So, BC and I made plans to drive to D.C. for that.
Only, then, about a month ago, BC tore his patella tendon and had to have surgery and is now homebound for the next couple of months.
No traveling to Washington, D.C. for us.
THIS WEEKEND IS CURSED, Y’ALL.
Love from the ashes,