This is not the easiest post to write.
As you guys know, I recently began identifying as a runner.
I ran my first race, a 5K mud run, in March.
However, as you guys also know, my achilles tendon has been bugging me for a while.
Finally, you also know that I’ve been training for a 10K on Thanksgiving and a 10K on December 11, and that I’ve been planning on running a half marathon in June.
Unfortunately, that nagging and building pain and sense of creaking in my achilles tendon is, in fact, Achilles Tendonitis. And that, unfortunately, means I’m basically benched. I can’t run for a while, though I can get back to light cardio once I’m not in pain anymore.
I have to take a bunch of pain relievers/ anti-inflammatory medication until I’m feeling better and I have to go to an obscene amount of physical therapy.
Barring a truly speedy recovery, I can’t run for at least a month, possibly more. Possibly ever.
In other words, barring a miracle, I won’t running the 10K on Thanksgiving and likely also won’t be running the one in December. The half is far enough off that I don’t feel I need to or should make any proclamations about it, but… I have my doubts.
Basically, the doctor told me that because I don’t have a “typical runner’s body,” I’m putting my body through a lot. And that makes sense and all, but… well, excuse my language, but that just really f-ing sucks. Does that sound like an unfairly vicious cycle to anyone else?
There are a whole lot of reasons that I’m frustrated about this, but suffice it to say that the main issue here is that I’m a go hard, adventure-seeking, push-myself-til-I drop kind of of athlete. I like running because it’s hard for me. I like boot camp because it kicks my ass. I loved my first spinning class because I left it drenched and exhausted. I have trouble with yoga and pilates because they don’t involve running, kicking, punching or jumping. I don’t even think I know what light cardio is, and, frankly, I don’t particularly want to.
I also, however, know that I have to let myself heal and that my stubbornness is a good part of why I’m in this situation in the first place. I now have a doctor telling me what I need to do in order to get better, and no amount of willpower can fight against a doctor’s orders. That, I know, would be just plain stupid.
Enough whining and venting. It sucks but I have more going on in my life than a frustrating diagnosis and dwelling isn’t going to make it any better.
I’ll be back later with the regular programming. 😉