Lame!

Dreams dashed. I’m so bummed out! I just visited cute-boy-doctor who told me that if I kept running, I was going to develop a stress fracture in my foot. If I were to develop a stress fracture in my foot, it would mean: a cast for 6 weeks, no weight bearing, about a year recovery period and the potential for surgery. Fuck. It had been bugging for a while and I mainly assumed it was just my body responding to the abuse I was giving it – except it responded a little harder than I wanted it to.

I mentioned that I was going to up my race from the half to the full marathon, since the motivation and ability was there. I even said that I was doing so well that I actually had some time to injure myself, if the problem were to arise. What a great theory. Now, I’m not allowed any running for a month, and if the foot still hurts when I walk the mile from the metro to work by the end of the week, I have to go back to the doctor and get some sort of monster cast. I’ve never messed up anything on my skeletal structure (besides my head a couple times) and the first time anything goes wrong, it’s something as lame as a foot stress fracture. I can’t even say that I was doing something totally ridiculous (mountain biking…trapezing…getting blown out of a cannon) to amount in a potentially fractured bone...just simple distance running! GRR!!!

Basically, I have to go back to visit cute-boy-doctor in a month to see if stuff still is screwed. If it’s not, he’s going to start me on some physical therapy type stuff to teach me how to strengthen the muscles around my knees so those whiny bastards will quit hurting. If in a month my foot is good, I might be able to start back up for the half marathon training. Maybe. *Fingers crossed*

In the meantime, I was instructed to work on my flexibility, so that means I’ll be yogaing a whole lot more, in addition to climbing a bit more aggressively. I should also find out what sort of issue biking is going to be. I desperately need some sort of goal to work at, which was why the marathon was such a good idea. Blahblahblah.

Slacklining yesterday was good. Despite having spent all day in bed with the dogs (something I still need every now and then) I managed to get outside for a few hours to sit on the Potomac, slackline and enjoy the perfect weather. After dinner we ran into an amicable (and cute) pack of musicians who initiated a friendly game of wiffle ball off the walls of the Torpedo Factory in Alexandria. It was a good night. A very good night indeed.