1:52:32 AP:9:29 9:55, 9:47, 9:46, 9:26, 9:40, 9:47, 9:20, 9:04, 9:17, 9:04, 9:08, 9:08 Our ward has a rodeo every year and it happens to fall this weekend. I was asked to be in charge of the 5k so I had to move my long run to today. So my alarm went off at 4:00am. I'll admit, I was dreading this run. So early. So dark. So alone. But I grumpily got out of bed and started running. I felt like a complete zombie. I've mentioned that my ankle has been very achy since my slight injury (on the bottom of my foot). I attributed it to having to take 10 days off and maybe the muscles/tendons had weakened. Really....I didn't know. I went to the doctor last week and he gave me cortisone shots. But today, the ache was there that we runners all fear (aka...stress fracture ache). As I continued to run, it continued to get worse. It was 5:00am and nothing was open for me to call Tim to pick me up. So I did a hero run and ran on it all the way back home. It was that deep/dull ache in one spot. As much as I wanted to deny it or imagine it really wasn't as bad as I thought....it was. I called my doctor and he said to go in for a bone scan. $1000. Ughhhh....it is hard to justify $1000 to have them tell me I'm out for 8-12 weeks. After talking with my husband about my situation, he suggested that I run the rodeo 5k and give it everything and then call it good for the season. I have very mixed emotions about this fiascle. More to come.
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