I knew my running was going too well. It seems I can't just have a good couple 'healthy' months. It's just too much to ask. On the 3rd I ran 10 miles and felt great. I was on the verge of signing up for the Deseret News Marathon. After having pneumonia in November and struggling with that for 3 1/2 months, I was finally feeling good. In March I felt incredible. Then on Monday the 5th I ran sprints, then did a Body Combat class and that night my leg didn't feel right. I took Tuesday off. Ran 3 miles Wednesday and my leg still didn't feel good. Thursday I did another Body Combat class and more shooting pain. I took Friday, Saturday, and Sunday off and the pain was getting worse, and happening even when I walked (not just during exercise.) I did low impact stuff yesterday, elliptical and bike. Not loving it. In fact, it took everything in me not to tear up as I walked past the Body Combat class going on and all the treadmills. I decided this morning enough was enough and went to see a Sports Medicine dr. He thinks it's either a stress fracture or the beginning of one in the middle of my right tibia (shin bone.) I'm supposed to take 3 weeks off of running and classes (can still do low impact) and then gradually try to add running in. If I feel pain, back off and try again a few days later. He said patients can recover in as early as 3 weeks or as much as 3 months, just depends. Nice. So... I'm officially injured, and it sucks. My mom is planning on doing the Helvetia Half Marathon in 2 months, and my sister and dad are doing the 10K and I was going to travel to Oregon to race with them. Now, I'm not so sure. Just got to wait it out, I guess. Which if you remember from my last post, waiting and having patience is not something I do very well. Argh.
I'm a strong-willed woman, wife, mom of three, LDS, U of U grad, runner, gymnastics fanatic, card maker, piano player, slightly OCD, singer, chocolate lover, office manager, cancer survivor, and friend. I started this blog to keep in touch with family and friends, and it slowly turned into my own personal therapeutic outlet. Nothing better than typing out your thoughts, trying to make sense of life.