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Under the knife again? I sure hope not.

xray

My doctor shows me a digital X-ray of my foot during my initial diagnosis.

It seems my injuries may just come full circle. The laundry list of ailments all started with plantar fasiitis in my right foot, and, well, it just might end up there again. Continue reading

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Oh, sh…(oe)! I forgot my shoe. And other workout frustrations.

shoeless biking

I don't recommend biking without shoes.

I have been working very hard at continuing to maintain my five-day workout plan — despite my injury, my teaching responsibilities and my hectic work-mornings-one-day-work-nights-the-next-and-working-mornings-again schedule.

That means that I still get up at 5 a.m. every morning, even if I didn’t get home from work until 11 the night before — and even if I don’t have to be at work until 2 p.m. later.

It’s tough. Trying to keep my body clock on its regular schedule while I fill in some gaps until I can hire a Web producer is physically and mentally exhausting.

Take yesterday, for example.

I grabbed my gym bag, popped on my snow boots, dug out the car and headed to the gym. I swiped my card and started walking to the locker room — proud that I had once again woken up on schedule to tackle the crazy day ahead of me.

Halfway to the locker room, I stopped in my tracks. “Sh**,” I said out loud as I looked down at my feet. “I forgot my gym shoe.”

(Ha. That’s not a typo, I have to wear my fun little stress fracture boot, which I remembered for some reason, on one foot and a gym shoe on the other.)

I stood in that spot a little too long as I tried to calculate as quickly as possible (using my un-caffeinated brain) the benefits of cutting into 20 minutes of my workout time to go home to get my shoe and head back.

There were none. I decided to bike sans shoe (which the gym probably frowns upon).

My barefoot, er sockfoot, workout was not an insignificant one. I biked 45 minutes at level 15 (that’s pretty decent resistance), with varying hills and I made a goal of keeping my RPMs above 80 on the climbs and as high as possible for the flats.

It was a good ride – I went about 14 miles – and I was feel pretty good about my prospects of continuing to get in shape while injured.

Until today, that is.

Despite the fact that I again got up for a bootcamp I can’t fully participate in, I did my biking, my rowing splits, my lifting, my squats and my core work.

I was in high spirits looking toward my doctor appointment today at 1 p.m.

And when I got on the scale for my Friday weigh in, and it said I had gained a pound, my spirits crashed.

When I got to work and Geoff asked how I was doing, I am embarrassed to say I let a few tears out. I am terrified that this injury isn’t healing, isn’t going to heal well, and if it does, that it won’t do so in time. I have a lot of runs – Shamrock Shuffle (March 21; probably out), Soldier Field 10-miler (May 29), Chicago 13.1 (June 13) – planned leading up to my debut marathon in October. And if I can’t train properly for it, I shouldn’t run it either.

I’m struggling to try to keep a positive attitude.

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Stress fracture: Feet don’t fail me now!

feet

My feet and I await our fate at the doctor's office Wednesday afternoon.

I get hurt. A lot.

And no, it’s not at anyone else’s hand — it’s usually my own fault.

The last year alone there were the remnants of plantar fasciitis, the hip bursitis, the road rash from falling off my bike, the sprained ankle and a few bumps and bruises thrown in for good measure.

When I sprained my ankle last summer, just weeks after hip surgery, I sat on the sidewalk and cried… and cried… and cried. It wasn’t because I was in pain (although I was), it was out of pure frustration.

“Why can’t I just get better?!” I remember blubbering into the phone to the boyfriend as I hobbled home from my ill-fated run. He was kind enough to listen and let me go on… and on.

So when I e-mailed him today to tell him that I have a stress fracture in my right foot, he wrote back: “I am very sorry.  I know how frustrating this must be for you.”

Here’s the thing, though. I’m not frustrated. And I’m not upset.

I’m just… at peace with it, because for the first time, I listened to my body.

The bottom of my right foot has been hurting since before Christmas. So I took a trip to the podiatrist right away.

I’ve been to see him twice now — once to get my foot checked out and get new orthotics, the other time to pick up the orthotics and get a steroid shot. The doctor thought my ailment was capsulitis.

Today when I went in, I explained that I was still in pain and that my toe actually still hurt after having the injection. He felt my foot and wanted to just adjust my orthotics and give me a gel thing to cushion my foot where it hurts.

And I said,  “You know, I really feel like something’s off. Could it be possibly a stress fracture?”

He said it was unlikely because my foot wasn’t swollen and the top of it didn’t hurt.

I replied that the top of my foot was tender and he agreed to X-ray it just in case.

Turns out my self diagnosis was correct.

I have a teeny, tiny hairline stress fracture that didn’t present classically so he missed it. It was down closer to my toe than in the middle of the ball of my foot.

When they bumped up the contrast in the X-ray he saw it. And I saw it too: a squiggly line that went right across my bone. Ow.

Now I’m wearing a really ugly boot, but I should be OK in three weeks.

I can’t run, do the elliptical trainer or do a lot of my bootcamp activities, like walking lunges or plyometrics, but I can bike and row, and I can strength train. So I know I’ll be able to continue my healthy path and not get sucked into the depression spiral like during previous injuries.

Glad I listened to my body and insisted on the X-ray.

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