Over the past few weeks, Facebook has been reminding me of all of the races I've done in the past - from DC to Adirondacks to Vegas, Wasatch Back, and Great River. They've shown up in my feed. 6 years ago today, 4 years, 2 years.
Standing in my hotel room, looking around at my Ragnar family, I felt happy, warm, and entirely present. It's a beautiful thing to have for so long - people who have loved you that long. It seems like every time someone joins our team - I must have known them forever.
|Lactic Acid Flashback: Ragnar DC 2010|
|Team Rated Ragnar: Ragnar Michigan 2016|
Foam rolling, icing, bracing, KT tape, all those things - I'd done and had alleviated symptoms.
Before my second leg, I got out of the van, visibly limping, and dragged myself to the exchange point. It was raining and in the dark hours of the night.
"I can do this, I do not feel pain, I am fine, don't bitch out." I said to myself as I walked to that start line.
For 8 miles, my heart took over. If I stopped to see my team, my heel started to hurt, but I remained focused: my legs didn't hurt. My heart rate was resting at an active, sustainable pace. I was going to crush this one, too.
I racked up a few kills and felt the great peace of running fast as I crested a hill with a mile to go. This is the most beautiful moment in a runner's life - when you see your team, when you hear their voices, when your body supports those dreams you have to run like a mother fucker for what could be eons.
I handed off to Morgan and walked around, cooling off. I called Chadd to tell him how right he was - that the distance was nothing, that I felt great, that Crossfit was paying off in spades. My legs felt good. I could go on forever.
I jumped in the van and 10 minutes later, when ready to jump out and cheer for our runner, pain shot through my left leg. I know the drill of getting out of bed with PF. I tried to tenderly get myself to walk, shake it out. I just needed to warm up, right? RIGHT?
I took the entirety of Morgan's run to compress my legs.
|Elevated Legs - Have Compression, Will Travel|
|Teammate Stretching. That gorgeous wolf is my best friend.|
By the time I'd woken up from my very brief nap, my team had decided how to split up my remaining 6.3 miles. If you aren't a runner, you can't understand what that heartbreak feels like. If you are a runner, then you'll understand why I was in the portapotty 10 minutes later crying hot tears.
The reality was that I couldn't walk more than 2 steps.
|Sometimes, you carry your team. Sometimes, they carry you|
Crossing the finish line was made possible by one of my dear teammates, Simon.
|Have teammate, will ride.|
I tried some natural healing.
|Very cold, very clear lake water.|
I took the first appointment my podiatrist had. I expected a lecture about bad shoes, flip flops, appropriate stretching, and maybe some orthotics, a prescription for PT and some advice about taking time off.
Boy was I wrong.
|Technology is cool, even when it's telling you bad news.|
That, my friends, is an x-ray of my left foot. If you zoom in, you'll see that little sharp point at the bottom of my heel - that is a bone spur - made possible by years of PF. If you were to zoom in closer, you'd see a small grey line, indicating where I've fractured that.
The good news is that it isn't separated, which would likely require surgery.
The bad news is that I have literally fractured a piece of my bone that isn't supposed to be there.
The diagnosis is 6-8 weeks of recovery. At least 2 on crutches to ensure my bone doesn't separate. 2 more weeks of transition time off crutches. Then 4 weeks still in the boot to finish healing.
Things I'm missing:
- Crossfit DC Smackdown
- Petersburg Half Marathon
- Spook Hill 4 Miler
- Norfolk Nauti 5k and Half Marathon
I'm giving myself 24 hours to feel like shit over all of this, then I'm getting down to business.