I knew I loved running and that it was important, but I had no idea how much of an anchor it formed for me. Since I got the news about the stress fracture I’ve felt so off-kilter. Everything has suffered. I basically gave up on my manuscript for Camp NaNoWriMo, didn’t do much reading, and I’ve felt discombobulated and moody. I kept getting emails inviting me to register for races and they felt like taunts. Reading about Boston was torture. When I was training for the Indy Mini, I started each week with a list of to-dos for each day, sorting out what would fit in around my running plan. That got dropped when the running got dropped and I think that’s a big part of why I felt so lost.
I got a call last Tuesday telling me that my appointment with the surgeon was being cancelled and instead I would follow up with the regular orthopedic doctor I originally saw. I spent the past 7 days trying to figure out what that meant. Surgery was out because it wouldn’t work? I didn’t need surgery to get better after all? They were going to tell me to just give up on running? What did it mean?! It was not a good week. Patience is a virtue that I have not acquired.
The appointment was today and, despite all my fears, the news was good. Surgery is out because the bone does not show swelling, which suggests that it has adapted to the stress it was under. I can return to running next week. I’m supposed to start slow – do a mile and see how I feel – and then ease back in, upping my mileage by 10-20% each week. If I have any trouble, I should call the doctor. I am clear, so long as problems don’t develop, to do the 4-miler I’m registered for in July and work back up so I can train for the mini-marathon in September. As I ease back in, I will use the bicycle my super-supportive husband got for me for cross-training.
To say I am relieved would be an understatement. I feel like I”m getting my life back. Running truly is my anchor. It’s so good to have it back!