So I haven't been exactly honest with how my running has been going since I started back up with it. True, it did not hurt at all when I ran that 3K race the end of March. I was so relieved - that must mean I was cured, right? Ignoring the jabs of pain here and there, oh and also the burning pain that came after I did my walks...I ran once without pain so therefore I was OK.
Except that it kinda kept hurting. Not horrible, mind you - not like it did that day in January when I had to stop running because I couldn't put any pressure on it. But it hurt enough to keep me downing Motrin and icing it a lot. Still, I was running! And that was good!
So I decided to be a responsible adult (who, me??) and get a second opinion on my ankle. Mind you, I'd stayed off of it the amount of time the first orthopedist recommended. But since it was still hurting, I figured I should double-check...and hey, if there was a surgical option, I might just go for it, because wouldn't I feel like a fool if I'd blown all these months waiting around when I could have a magical fix and be back, good as new?!
Well, the news was not what I wanted to hear. After x-rays were taken, and the MRI was once again looked at, the new orthopedist said that the injury is still alive and well. Tissue is still inflamed, blah blah blah. And there is nothing to do but wait it out - time will heal it - time without running, because that pounding is just aggravating it. He even discouraged walking because depending on how fast I walk, that will contribute to the pounding. He likened the injury to having whacked my ankle with a big hammer, only instead of hitting it once with a big hammer, I basically hit it a million times with a miniature hammer. That's what the pounding of running decided to stress - not my knees, not my achilles, not my shins, not my IT band - just my ankle.
So that is frustrating. To say the least. And there might have been a few tears shed in his office - I mean, COME ON...this is getting to be ridiculous. A broken ankle or a stress fracture would have been CURED by now. And how will I know when my ankle is healed? He said that it will gradually improve, and one day I will realize that it doesn't hurt anymore...and that's when I can start back up with the running. He did not give me a time line. I honestly don't know if I will lose the next couple of months, or the entire summer. I repeat - this is ridiculous.
And now I'm facing the same old gym crap that quite frankly, I am not thrilled with (as if you couldn't tell by that sentence). I did go to the track last night with my running club, and worked out with the advanced group - Coach Joni has them doing exercises in between their sprints, so I did three sets, each consisting of 20 tricep dips, 15 push ups, 30 crunches, 15 squats and 20 hamstring lifts (in place of walking lunges, which put too much pressure on my ankle). That was hard, but it was great to be pushed like that. My legs felt like jello afterward, and I welcomed that feeling - haven't had that since I left my workouts with Brad and Linda. I walked on the track during the 10 minute warm up and cool down, too. Tonight, I'm going to step waaayyyy out of my comfort zone and go to our first pool workout. Did I mention how far out of my comfort zone that is? So it remains to be seen if I go a second time. But at least I'm trying it.
So there it is - the truth. It hurts to accept it. But at this point, I don't have any other choice.