Saturday, the stars seemed to be aligned. I was doing my longest run (16 miles) since training for the Marine Corps Marathon last year, and the temp was about58 F when I was to start my run at 6:30. Well, because my blood sugar was too high, I delayed my start till 8, which turned into 8:30, because I couldn't get my sh!t together.
Still, at 8:30 it was EXTREMELY comfortable for any time of the year, let alone the "Dog Days" of August. So, it started out well, felt great. At about the the 3 mile mark I felt "something" in the top of my right foot, it was a dull pain, but it caught my attention. It came and went, lasted about 30 seconds. At about the 7 mile mark it reared it's head again, then at the 11 mile mark was the last time. I have 4 close friends who have had stress fractures in the last 4 months. I convinced myself that I had one. I called Amanda, and she came to pick me up. So, being me, I went to the 2 running stores in Cincinnati and talked to about 4 or 5 different experienced runners. The prevailing theme was that I should take off the rest of Saturday, and Sunday. Most were pretty noncommittal but a few thought that it was just a sock or lacing issue.
This morning I called my Podiatrist first thing, and they got me in at 8:45. First thing he said was that it doesn't sound like a Stress Fracture, I breathed a sigh of relief, but still wasn't convinced. The X-Rays confirmed what the Doc had told me, it was a small bone spur that he said could eventually become an issue, but I should be fine for a good while.
So tonight, with a little trepidation, I went out for a 5 mile run. I felt AWESOME. Great feeling, I'm very relieved.
Charlie,
Erika, I'm happy to say I'll still be seeing you in the Windy City!
