The wait is finally over. On Wednesday, through a very poorly managed “announcement” on the part of NYRR, I found out I got accepted for the NYC Marathon!!! As I am certainly not fast enough to qualify for guaranteed entry, I was stuck entering the lottery, and crossing my fingers. I heard this year’s entrants had a 6% of getting selected. I still can’t believe I was lucky enough to get a spot. But as I got closer to the announcement, I couldn’t help but think how badly I wanted to run this race, this year. Being part of a huge city race is a completely different feeling from any other marathon. And New York is the biggest and baddest of them all. While watching the live Marathon Opening Day webcast (which was supposed to be the announcement of lottery winners but ended up being an hour of fluff and interviews), I learned this race draws 2.5 million spectators! Nearly 50,000 runners will complete it this year, which is 20,000 larger than any race I’ve run. It’s the world’s largest single-day sporting event. I get chills just thinking about running through those streets in that huge of an event. Continue reading
Last time I wrote about my injury, I had just been diagnosed with a torn muscle in my ankle, ordered to wear a brace for one month, and told not to do any physical activity putting weight on my foot. It was a long month. I tried to follow the doctor’s orders as best I could. I didn’t run, aside from two 5ks and a Half Marathon since I had already signed up for those and I am stubborn. My foot has been feeling fine and I haven’t been wearing the brace the last week or so.
I finally had my follow-up appointment on Wednesday, and the news wasn’t what I wanted to hear. Dr. K basically discussed what I need to do moving forward. He wants me to get custom-fitted orthotics for my shoes, which I really want to avoid. I have also been ordered to do six weeks of physical therapy, three times a week. I am still not allowed to do physical activity and have to wear the brace, unless my physical therapists evaluate me and determine otherwise. Continue reading
I have a tendency to overschedule myself. I can’t say no to anything, and I pile on the commitments to my calendar until I feel tired just looking at it. Then when my hectic week arrives, I tell myself I will never overschedule again. And then I do it again anyway. It’s a cycle I can’t seem to break. So it’s really no shock that I signed myself up for 3 races in the span of 4 days, in 3 different states, while returning home from a week-long business trip, on the other side of the country. I’ve known this would be a rough couple of weeks for me since I planned it. But then I went and messed up my ankle, and I knew it would be even worse. Continue reading
If you read this blog or follow my twitter, you know I’ve been having some foot pain since completing the Napa Valley Marathon a few weeks ago. After an inconclusive x-ray, my doctor ordered an MRI. I went back this morning to get the results. He suspected a stress fracture or a damaged tendon. Turns out I have a torn muscle.
The good news is it’s not bad enough to require surgery, yet. The bad news is I’ve been ordered to wear an ugly ankle brace for the next month, and I am not allowed to run or do any movement that puts weight on my foot. After four weeks, I’ll get another round of MRIs to see if it’s healing. If it gets any worse, I might need to go under the knife. If it gets better, I’ll probably just need some physical therapy and/or orthotics after my brace time is up.
Unfortunately, the doctor didn’t really have any insight into why this happened. He basically said sometimes we put too much stress on our muscles and this kind of thing happens. I would venture to guess 26.2 miles of strain on a muscle that had no foundation of training probably did the trick.
I guess this is better than having a stress fracture. It’s easier to walk in a brace than it would be in a boot. But I’m still quite disheartened by the news. The weather is gorgeous out, and all I want to do is go for a run. And I can feel all the negative impacts this hiatus is having on my health. Just being restricted from running for two weeks has caused me to gain weight. I am definitely feeling a lack of energy. And I have so many races coming up! I am on doctor’s orders not to run the three I have next week (Security 5, Phillies 5k, and AC Half Marathon). And there’s a solid chance I’m going to be told not to run Broad Street either.
I know it could be much worse, so I’m really trying to look on the bright side and be positive. But really, this just plain sucks.
I’ve been running for a few years now, and have been fairly lucky with my health in that time. Sure, I’ve had some sprains and pulls, plenty of problems with my IT band and my SI joint… the usual runner stuff. But I haven’t had an injury that kept me off the trails for more than a few days to date.
Unfortunately, it looks like I’m breaking that streak now. Continue reading