And the countdown begins

Finally got an official diagnosis.  Turns out it was a stress fracture.  I've been in a boot for the past week....only three more to go.

Now what?  Well, I've been taking count of the things that we take for granted.
1)  walking normal.
2)  not sounding like a creepy murderer with a peg leg in a horror flick.
3)  moving our feet up and down at the ankle joint.
4) wearing pants so I don't have to shave my legs.
5) walking barefoot.
6) running.

I miss it.  I really do.  I'm scared that when I'm healed, that I'll do it again.  Which makes me wonder if I shouldn't be exercising/running under some kind of supervision, be it a group or a trainer, someone to notice things that I don't know enough to notice yet.

Regardless, I'm still looking ahead, hoping I can train for the 10K in September.  Hoping that I have it in me to get up off my butt again.  I did it once, can I do it again?  Do I have the will and the strength?  It's so easy to fall back into bad habits, which I'm already starting to do.  Time will tell, I guess.  Keep your fingers crossed for me.

The Waiting Game.....

Weeks have passed and I'm still sitting on the sidelines.  Everywhere I look, people are running.  If I can't get moving soon, I might punch someone.  I'm not trying to be Ms. Negativity or anything, but DANG IT.

Dr. Frank ordered another image, a nuclear scan.  It better show something that they can fix, or Dr. Frank is the biggest poopyhead EVER.

Something has got to happen soon.  My food choices gravitate to pasta and jelly beans, I can't wake up in the morning and I'm beginning to be a bit hard to live with.  So, for the sake of my sanity and the sanity of those I love....PLEASE DR. FRANK, SOMETHING MUST BE DONE!

Phew!

See?  I told you Frank was wrong!  Results came back and he found nothing...nada...nill.  I am fracture free!

He had my heart beating a bit faster, I won't lie.  So what a relief.  Now, I just need to stay chill for seven more days.  I'll take seven over fourteen or twenty-one, that's for dang sure.  I definitely need to find some things to do in the meantime though.  I went and did weights this morning for the first time in a week, and let me tell you what....getting up that early was rough.  I need to get back in my normal routine.  That is fo sho!

Staying active and staying positive (and maybe a little ibuprofren) is the key.  I've been feeling a bit down this past week and it's wearing on me.  Emotionally and physically.  But, this good news put a spring in my step...well, with the right foot anyway.

So, for now, I'll be stuck inside the gym but at least I'll be doing something and soon, my training will start.  Thank goodness!

He said the *F* word...

Fracture.  Actually...POSSIBLY a fracture.  But as soon as I heard the *f* word, all the bells and sirens started going off and it stopped when I said "DUDE.  You have GOT to be kidding me."  Yes.  I said that to my doctor.  He just shrugged his shoulders, said he was sorry, sent me off for some xrays and went on his merry way with me saying "But.....but....but...." until the door closed.  Now, I don't blame Frank.  I mean I can't really talk him out of the restrictions he's put me on.  If I were him, I would have ran out the door to escape the eye darts I was giving him.

So.  Here I am.  Day 6 of "rest" and I'm going freaking bananas and waiting for the results.  Now, I like Frank.  Frank is cool.  But Frank, I think you are wrong in your diagnosis.  We shall see, Frank, we shall see.

Maybe we should start taking bets.  Make it a little interesting.    C'mon...mama needs a new pair of shoes!