Krissie is sad.

Oh, friends. I’m trying so hard not to freak out.

After 3 years, my luck finally ran out.

Tuesday is my favorite day of the week because of the West Sixth Brewery Running Club. Great place, great people. We always have tons of friends there. I just love it.
We needed a little extra mileage, so Nathan and I went out early. Knocked out a speedy (for me) mile and a half. 10:30, baby! I actually ran with Nathan. So proud. We got honked and waved at by friends meeting us at West Sixth. Weather was perfect. I felt so blessed to be a runner.

We got back to the brewery. Hung out with our friends. When I set out for the group run, I hung out with a few friends who were at a really comfortable pace for me. No pushing at all. It felt great. Nice and chatty. I felt like the gang was all together again.

About halfway into the run, it happened. I realized I had a twinge in the outside of my right foot. There was no precipitating event – no twist, misstep, or pop. It started as nothing major, it just felt bruised. It disappeared going uphill. But the pain increased over the next mile. It didn’t hurt any less to walk. I was running at a very comfortable pace. So I ran it in.

By the time I got back to the brewery and walked to get the water bottle out of the car, I was limping. The outside of my foot was stabbing. I changed into my more supportive shoes that I just happened to have in the car. The limp went away, but the pain was still there.

I sat for an hour or so, eating my gyro and chatting it up, before I was able to admit that there was something really wrong. This isn’t just discomfort. This is pain. My dearest Kelly hypothesized that I was suffering from peroneal inflammation (maybe tendonitis).

And, after lots of research and consultation, I think she is right.

I know what I need to do. I don’t want to make it worse and end up in a boot. I will take care of my foot. I need to RICE
(rest/ice/compression/elevate). So I’m on an ice and elevation schedule. I’m not compressing because, dude, an ace bandage increases the pain something serious.

I’m really struggling with the Rest part. 2-4 weeks without running.

Yes, friends. Two to four weeks.

Big picture? I’ll be okay. The marathon is 5 weeks away. I know I am very well trained at this point. I feel really solid. I don’t know how I will structure my workouts between now and then, but I know I can still complete the marathon. Not as comfortably or as quickly as if I had been able to continue my training, but I can finish the marathon.

But short-term? I’m really struggling. Really. This weekend? Friday night: Birthday party for the run group I founded. Saturday: Anniversary group run and oatmeal buffet tailgate. Sunday: Iron Horse Half Marathon. All my friends will be there. My plan was to run a very easy race, pacing several of my half newbie friends.

So now, instead of being the leader, I’ll be sitting on the sidelines. Worrying about my friends out there running. Without an awesome medal that lights up.

I know that short of a miracle I will not be running the half. And it kinda breaks my heart a little. Maybe even a lot.

So, yeah. That’s where I am today. I know I have a million things to be thankful for. I know I have been very lucky up to this point. But that doesn’t change the fact that this sucks.

A lot.

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9 Comments

  1. That sucks. I am not going to try and tell you that doesn’t suck because it totally does.

    BUT. Don’t forget that the sideline is a super important place. And you can lead from the sidelines, too. I know you remember, but the sideline is where you were when I was finishing my first half marathon, and even though I was super classy and flipped you off and said I hated you, I NEEDED to see you on the sideline just then. Seeing you and hearing you and knowing you were there erased the agony I was feeling and gave me the will to run just a few more yards. The sideline is where Dustin was on that ridiculous hill when I said I was ready to just quit, and had he not been on the sideline, I would have just waited on the car. The sideline is where all those strangers were cheering and telling me to keep going, and when there wasn’t somebody on the sideline? It was a lonely and sad place.

    So I know you’d rather be in the middle of the pack, yelling and cheering and being Coach Krissie, but since you can’t, embrace the sideline. People need you there, too.

    • I agree 100% with Marie. I completely understand how emotionally tough it is to have an injury that holds you back. Don’t forget how accomplished you have already become and this is just a little (mandatory) “break” is all. Listen to your body and maybe get a consult with a physiotherapist? Last Fall when I trained for my 10K, it was only a month later than I tore my MCL in my right knee (my “good” knee). It was excruciatingly painful – the kind that kept me up at night. That bugger took five months to heal and that sucked. But you know what, I’m still thankful it healed on its own and I’m not on some surgery waiting list. I was lucky that the tear occurred right in the “vascular” area that can heel itself. It could have gone either way.

      Injuries suck soo sooo much. I’m sorry, buddy! 😦

  2. Call me the crazy one, but is there any way to get to an ortho to confirm the diagnosis asap? Perhaps it’s not as bad as you think and you *can* run through it without really screwing things up for the full marathon. But, you probably shouldn’t listen to me, I don’t rest and heal like a sane person does.

  3. Krissie,
    Injury is the hardest part of running, hands down. You have a community of love and support. My mom sent me a mantra when I was injured one time and I use it all the time to quiet the chatter in my brain. It’s cheesy and silly, but here it is: “I am flexible and flowing. I bend and flow with ease and all is well.” Keep breathing deeply, Friend. I’m sending calming thoughts your way.
    Flex and Flow!

    Shannon

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