What do you call yourself when you’re a runner who can’t run?! Really sad. That’s basically the best description. But don’t worry . . . I’ll be back!
I knew it was bad when my ortho dr. called me on Saturday morning. And it was. Way worse than I expected. So what did I do you’re probably wondering? Well . . . I have stress fractured not 1, not 2, but 6 (that’s SIX) bones in my foot. Special. I’ve always been an overachiever. And I guess my injuries are no exception. I ran on it for 3 weeks, about 60-70 miles, after I first hurt it. That probably didn’t help things.
So now I have to use crutches and a walking boot for 6 weeks. Completely non-weight bearing. So that’s fun.
As a runner my first question was “now what can I do?” And the answer was basically nothing. But not exactly nothing. I can swim. I can swim but I can’t kick. I have to use a Pull Buoy, which I learned is a foam flotation device that you hold between your legs to immobilize your legs. Also I can do weight training as long as it doesn’t require standing. No yoga, no barre, no squats, and of course no running or walking.
So I went out and bought a swimsuit. A one piece. And it’s a Speedo. But that’s not even the best part of my one-piece swimsuit story. I pulled up to the store (Academy Sports in Benton – super nice people) and a guy sees me getting out of my car and offers to bring me the motorized cart. I kindly declined. No thanks. But he wouldn’t take no for an answer. He had it waiting for me when I got inside. And he basically MADE me get in it. So here I am motoring around the sporting goods store shopping for a one-piece. In my work clothes.
But I did find a one-piece. After trying on at least 6.
I got this one. Dressing room selfies are cool right? Ha! Only if I’m laughing at myself. Which was definitely happening in this dressing room. I haven’t worn a one-piece since I was probably 9.
And I got an awesome mirror selfie on the motorized cart. The first picture didn’t show my face and I was informed by multiple friends that it was not acceptable documentation of this amazing shopping experience.
I had to back up to get the mirror selfie. Which caused some loud beeping. Because of course the motorized cart beeps when you go in reverse. Someone definitely saw me. I’m basically over being embarrassed luckily. Thanks kids.
Turns out swimming is hard. Luckily the cover is still on the pool so not many people see this disaster. I’m getting better thanks to a super nice cousin and the swim coach at the Athletic Club who has given me a few pointers.
In other related news: If you’ve never used crutches consider yourself lucky. It’s basically the worst thing ever. Not to make light of actual disabilities, but I’m basically disabled. I feel like Michael Scott from The Office. I can’t do ANYTHING with crutches. Seriously. Nothing. Like I can’t carry my own coffee. Luckily Brian is an amazing husband and he’s taken over pretty much 100% of the family/household duties. I hope he doesn’t hate me before this is over.
Among the struggles with crutches . . . carrying a purse. Yep. My purse presents an extra obstacle. So I ordered myself 2 backpacks. One casual. One fancy-ish. The first one came today and Mason decided it belongs to him. Ha! He eventually gave it back after informing me at least 10 times that it’s too big for him.
I’ve also done a few home workouts. Otis isn’t a fan.
So I’m a few weeks in of no running and I’m super sad. I miss it. I never thought I’d miss running, but I do. I’m crazy. I’m hoping 4 more weeks of non-weight bearing, then 1 week weight bearing, and then I can start running again. At the beginning. I’m missing 2 races between now and the end of May. Hopefully I’ll be back and ready for another 1/2 marathon this fall. But for now I’ll hobble around on 1 foot and swim.