Warning: Ugly foot picture below.
Just my luck. The cold weather finally breaks with a heat wave of mid-30’s* (possibly even 40*) and I’m on the injured reserve list. And not even with a cool injury that would leave me with a scar to tell stories about. Instead, I was tripped by our dog. Yep. Real macho. I was hurrying down the hallway and the puppy, who is happiest when underfoot, got tangled up in my legs, tripped me, sending me flailing foot first into the heat register.
The aforementioned events went down on Friday night. Afterwards, my foot didn’t look that bad and was just painful. I had just finished an hour on the trainer and was planning on joining Jennie on her run. She had to forcefully tell me that, no, I was not going to run with her. Despite having stubbornly already changed into running clothes and was hobbling around to find my running shoes, I relented and began to ice it. I secretly hoped that a good night’s rest would be the cure and I would wake up ready to tackle my scheduled 20 miler.
Yep, a little optimistic on my part. Instead of being magically cured with a good night’s rest, this is what I woke up to on Saturday morning. No running for me. I could barely walk. It wasn’t so much the pain*, but the fact that it was so swollen I couldn’t walk properly let alone fit it in a shoe. I am fairly certain that it isn’t broken, just very badly stubbed. From what I read, they really don’t do anything for broken toes anyways other than tape them together.
I spent most of Saturday sitting on my butt with my foot up and iced. It felt good to relax, but at the same time I kept thinking about the run I was missing. The run was going to be my mental test to see if I was going to sign up for the Glass City Marathon in April or not. With that test delayed, I’m wasn’t sure if I’d do spring marathon as planned. The earliest I could see myself being able to handle 20 miles is two weeks.
It is Sunday now and the foot is looking and feeling much better already. Still nowhere near run ready, but it is leaving me more optimistic than I was on Saturday.
I’m going to take it easy all week – swimming and core work only**. I may try and get an hour or two in on the bike at the end of the week assuming the swelling goes down enough to get my foot in my bike shoes. With my luck, the bike shop is going to finally call to let me know my P2 is in stock.
Better now than in August or September is what I keep telling myself.
*Ok, yes it was the pain.
**At least this is what I tell myself now…