I’m not happy, Bob!
I am sad to say that it is quite likely I will not be walking the ½ marathon on Saturday. See….even now I’m having a hard time committing to not doing it. Unfortunately, I had a slight pain in my left foot before I started increasing my walking distance in preparation for this event. The first few weeks were done in less than satisfactory footwear (an issue I have since resolved—love my new shoes/socks). Between the blisters and the increased mileage I have put on my feet the past several weeks, that initial slight pain has morphed into real pain and a great concern for not only being able to finish, but for being able to continue my training on a regular basis beyond Saturday.
I went to the Physical Therapist earlier this week and asked her to pay specific attention to my ankle and foot and give me her professional opinion. It will need x-ray/MRI to confirm, but there are definitely some issues that need to be considered. Knowing me, she—of course—didn’t tell me not to do it, but did suggest that the potential outcome might not be worth consequences of pushing it with an injury of this nature.
I can’t get into see the doctor for two weeks.
This, I guess, is where being an adult comes into play. I have to ask myself, “What is my ROI for doing this event with this injury?” I don’t want to be a quitter. I feel like I’ve done way too much of that as I’ve tried to deal with health issues, excess weight, and my great desire to change them for the better. I don’t want you, my friends, to see me as a quitter. More importantly, I don’t want to see myself as a quitter. So….I’m having to be way more adult about this than I want. My feet have been through the wringer and they are carrying around about 200 pounds more than they ought to be. I need to show them some kindness. I figure I have two options: Do the walk and run the risk of further injuring my foot which will require a more lengthy recovery with more limitations on what I can do during recovery; or don’t do the walk and adjust my exercise now to accommodate healing faster.
When I look at my long term goals and why I signed up for this event in the first place, I am reminded that the prize was not finishing the ½ marathon (although it was something I was very much looking forward to accomplishing). The ½ marathon itself was the carrot I was using to propel me into a regular exercise schedule. And even though I started much later in the process than intended, it has achieved its purpose. I’m exercising. Every day. Sometimes twice a day. I’m finally at the point where I’m enjoying it. Actually looking forward to it. It has helped me bring exercise as a component into some of my friendships—replacing eating out and sedentary activities with movement—which has been such a blessing. I don’t want that to stop. I’d rather set the accomplishment of ½ marathon aside and be able to continue with a regular routine of exercise—even if I have to modify it a bit while I heal.
It just seems like the smart thing to do.
So—pray for Carol and Jodi to have a good race on Saturday. They are still planning to compete. I’ll be there at the finish line cheering them on. I’ll still get that ½ marathon feather in my cap, just not this ½ marathon. Just not this week.
Thanks for your love and support.