Not the words a runner wants to hear, and definitely not the words a runner who is trying to casually lose a few pounds wants to hear. Surprisingly, I am in high spirits. I think everything happens for a reason, and who knows what is going on here. So, how DID this happen?
Well, last night I went up to the apple store to get my phone fixed … again. By the time I was on my way home at 7:00, and Mark called to tell me he was going to have to work overnight wanted noodles ASAP. So, I scrapped my gym plans and picked up Mark. We went to a new restaurant called Chia Chinese Bistro and shared lo mein. We strolled around a bit before heading home.
I parked in the lot across from my house per usual and hopped down per usual. I do it all the time and never fall, but Mark, trying to do a good deed for his girlfriend, tried to catch me anyway. He was trying to be nice, but I landed on his foot and twisted over onto the outside of my left foot. The burning sensation in my foot was ridiculous.
Scene of the crime:
Having experience in these issues (sprained right ankle in February), I promptly iced my foot. About 20 minutes later I took the ice off and my foot was throbbing. It wasn’t very swollen like my ankle was, but the pain was enormous. I took some Tylenol, watched the Yankees lose and went to be. I was confident everything would be better in the morning.
My foot before bed:
Not that bad compared to my right ankle back in February.
Yeah, not so much. This morning my foot hurt just as much and was black and blue. I couldn’t walk at all, and I knew I needed to go to the doctor. In February, I did not have health insurance, and even though my ankle was really swollen, the pain was not this bad. I could tell something was different. I arranged for a substitute for the afternoon, and called orthopedists (thanks twitter ) and got an appointment. The X-ray revealed that I broke my foot, specifically my fifth metatarsal. The metatarsal is the bone that goes to the pinky toe on the outside of my foot.
I told him I was a runner and he understood because his son just ran the marathon. We discussed my options and we decided to wait 24 hours to see if I can put any weight on it. If I can’t (which would be no change from now), then I have to go back and get fitted for a boot that I will have to keep on for several week. If I can put weight on it then I just have the crutches. He’s hopeful the crutches will be enough for me.
Obviously, there’s no running for quite some time. If I am okay with the crutches then he said we can start rehabbing my foot in a couple of weeks. When I start to be able to put more weight on it then I can so other kinds of things like the bike. This sucks obviously, but there’s nothing I can do about it so there really isn’t any point in whining about it.
Instead, I headed to my happy space – Whole Foods.
I got a salad and my favorite Raisin Pecan roll.
I poured my giant salad into a bowl.
So, it’s all Mark’s fault and I think I deserve present. 
Suggestions encouraged.
Not the words a runner wants to hear, and definitely not the words a runner who is trying to casually lose a few pounds wants to hear. Surprisingly, I am in high spirits. I think everything happens for a reason, and who knows what is going on here. So, how DID this happen?
Well, last night I went up to the apple store to get my phone fixed … again. By the time I was on my way home at 7:00, and Mark called to tell me he was going to have to work overnight wanted noodles ASAP. So, I scrapped my gym plans and picked up Mark. We went to a new restaurant called Chia Chinese Bistro and shared lo mein. We strolled around a bit before heading home.
I parked in the lot across from my house per usual and hopped down per usual. I do it all the time and never fall, but Mark, trying to do a good deed for his girlfriend, tried to catch me anyway. He was trying to be nice, but I landed on his foot and twisted over onto the outside of my left foot. The burning sensation in my foot was ridiculous.
Scene of the crime:
Having experience in these issues (sprained right ankle in February), I promptly iced my foot. About 20 minutes later I took the ice off and my foot was throbbing. It wasn’t very swollen like my ankle was, but the pain was enormous. I took some Tylenol, watched the Yankees lose and went to be. I was confident everything would be better in the morning.
My foot before bed:
Not that bad compared to my right ankle back in February.
Yeah, not so much. This morning my foot hurt just as much and was black and blue. I couldn’t walk at all, and I knew I needed to go to the doctor. In February, I did not have health insurance, and even though my ankle was really swollen, the pain was not this bad. I could tell something was different. I arranged for a substitute for the afternoon, and called orthopedists (thanks twitter ) and got an appointment. The X-ray revealed that I broke my foot, specifically my fifth metatarsal. The metatarsal is the bone that goes to the pinky toe on the outside of my foot.
I told him I was a runner and he understood because his son just ran the marathon. We discussed my options and we decided to wait 24 hours to see if I can put any weight on it. If I can’t (which would be no change from now), then I have to go back and get fitted for a boot that I will have to keep on for several week. If I can put weight on it then I just have the crutches. He’s hopeful the crutches will be enough for me.
Obviously, there’s no running for quite some time. If I am okay with the crutches then he said we can start rehabbing my foot in a couple of weeks. When I start to be able to put more weight on it then I can so other kinds of things like the bike. This sucks obviously, but there’s nothing I can do about it so there really isn’t any point in whining about it.
Instead, I headed to my happy space – Whole Foods.
I got a salad and my favorite Raisin Pecan roll.
I poured my giant salad into a bowl.
So, it’s all Mark’s fault and I think I deserve present.
Suggestions encouraged.