Will Run For Ice Cream

After a week in 'da boot', I was in mild to moderate pain in my calf/Achilles. After 2 weeks in the boot, I was past the moderate mark and had pretty bad pain with every step. So, I took myself out of the boot this past weekend. Go ahead, say, you did what?!?. That's that the Dr's office said when I called them on Monday. Go figure, they wanted me to come in and get my calf checked out.  Lil Man and I went to the office. After the examination, the Dr agreed with me that the boot wasn't helping but was possibly hurting things. But he wasn't sure if it was inflammation or a tear. If it was a tear, he wanted to put me in a cast, as in a real cast that couldn't be removed.  I dropped Lil Man off with Hubby at his office since Lil Man couldn't go to the MRI. I drove over to the imaging center and got prepped for my first MRI. I'm a little claustrophobic so I wasn't really sure what to expect.  I have to say that I didn't like havi...

What I've learned from being injured is that there are a lot of emotions that go along with being an injured runner. And honestly if you aren't a runner (or an athlete) chances are you really just won't get it. So the first thing I had to come to understand is that there will be people who just 'won't get it'. They won't understand the difficulties of trying to maneuver this boot while taking care of an (almost) 3 year old. They won't understand the frustration of how difficult it is to get up stairs when just last week you were RUNNING up them. They won't get it. And no, telling me how this is a great time of the year to take off running, or that I really just needed to slow down does not make me feel better. In fact, it just irritates me.  And I've thought a lot about how I got myself in this situation. I think it goes back to my really great 20 miler.  It was my best, to date, 20 miler so far. And I ran it way too hard, and way too fast...