A Tale of Two Feeties
So I went back to the ortho about my broken foot today. This was my 8 week appointment. I was hopeful to be moving forward, getting out of the boot. The news was not good news.
I was so nervous and nelly and scared going in. I hobbled in, wearing ole Wilson, and thinking, I just hope it’s healed, I just hope it’s okay. And I am so tired of the sound of Velcro.
My poor naked foot, in such desperate need of a pedicure.
And as I said, the news… well, it just wasn’t good…
The news was freaking grrrrrrreat! Great news!
I left you abandoned on the side of the road after my appointment. (Okay, no I didn’t).
Hello two shoes! A tale of two feeties! After the appointment, I immediately put on my Brooks Adrenaline and went for a five mile run. (Okay, no I didn’t).
The plan? No running for four more weeks (booooo), but I can bike (yay), swim (yay) and walk/eliptical, just no impact. I am okay and cleared to do IronGirl Atlanta (May 20), but I just will walk the 5k part (or a slow, slow careful jog).
I am also supposed to wean myself out of the boot. But that’s just not likely. We (the Expert and I (smile)) do have an event tonight at Georgia Aquarium for the Getting 2 Tri Foundation, where I would normally wear heels. But I will never wear heels again. And certainly not tonight. Okay, so maybe no heels for a long time.
The first few steps in sneakers for the first time in 8 weeks was very strange.
I think the mental road back to running is going to be just as tough as the physical. Afterall, I can still see the boo-boo on the x-rays. The doc said that I may be able to see it years from now.
How that effects my mental game, my running stride, my chicken wing… I’m interested to see. And you don’t have to worry, I will tell you guys alllll about it… in excruciating detail.
“Triathlon is a Mother” tech shirts.
Last day. Last day. Last day.
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