|October 17, 2011||Posted by Emily under Uncategorized|
Aka what happened at my race on Sunday.
And what happened with the rest of Racetober.
And what will happen on November 20th, the day I was planning to run a 3:19.xx in Philly.
Because I spent my Sunday afternoon in one of the least fun places in the world.
Learning that I had broken my right foot and shattered the rest of my marathon training cycle.
While I would love to tell you that I hurt myself on that morning’s 20 miler, and at least chalk it up to bad ass running, that couldn’t be further from the truth. After a positively beautiful start to the day with a confidence boosting 20 mile run at an 8:04 pace, the day ended as ugly as ugly gets.
With a trip down some stairs and a break straight through my 5th metatarsal.
After spending the night unable to walk, getting carried as my primary mode of transportation and dealing with some pretty unbearable pain, I cried uncle and headed to the ER, where an xray confirmed that my greatest fear was true: my bone was broken and I was done with running for the very foreseeable future.
Ignore the smile, it’s not real…
My ER doctor was clearly not a runner, she expressed very little sympathy when I informed her I have a marathon in 5 weeks. Luckily, some fellow injured athlete friends have referred me to a very athlete-centric doctor for my follow up who supposedly understands the need to get his patients back in action as quickly as possible. For now, I’m going to do a lot of situps. I’ll have the strongest core of anyone at the TBD start line that will finally offer me a chance for that sub 3:20 glory.
I’m not going to lie to you friends. I’m pretty miserable right now. There is really nothing I wanted more in life than to destroy the Philadelphia Marathon in 5 weeks. I know my attitude will perk back up in a few days and I’ll find some silver lining on all of the chaos of the past 36 hours, but right now, all I want is a good run to clear my head and make me feel like my happy self again. And obviously that’s just not going to happen.
Blogging will most certainly continue while I’m going through this, because trust me, I’ll be finding ways to still get my sweat on, but I can’t promise that all of my posts will be signed, sealed and delivered with a smile. Right now I have a few choice words for my crutches, for my life and for my weak ass fifth metatarsal that decided to snap and destroy my Fall.
Until next time, when I’m one day closer to running,