When am i going to learn? No, seriously- why can't I ever keep up this blog. I am a blogger wannabe. I have lots of thoughts, I just can't seem to get them out of my head and onto this blog.
So.. the last post was over a month ago. My, how things can change so quickly. I said no matter what happens with the race I was looking forward to some sun and warm weather. NOT! The weather in FL was cold and it poured while we were at the Magic Kingdom... oh and the race was a disaster too.
The race. It actually started out quite well. I had an awesome 9 miles and it completely fell apart from there. Let me back up a little. I did a 10 mile run (supposed to be 12) the weekend before the race and felt great. I was getting my confidence back. Later that night I felt a pain in my heel. I've never had any pain in my foot so I didn't really think much of it. I took Sunday off and ran an easy 2 on Monday with no pain. Then on Wednesday I did 5 and I felt the pain again. It wasn't a really strong pain, just sort of tender when I walked. I took it easy in FL and tried to stay off of it. It was almost pain free by Sunday, race day, so I thought I'd be alright.
The first mile was slow (9:43), but I felt good. I started picking up the pace from there and miles 2-9 were awesome! (9:11, 8:54, 8:56, 8:51, 8:56, 9:02, 8:46, 8:44) I was running pretty effortlessly at a sub 9 pace. I thought I was going to crush my 2 hour goal. However, I started feeling my foot at mile 6. It hurt but didn't really effect my gait. I thought if it didn't get any worse I'd be fine. Then... disaster struck. At mile 9 I felt a tearing in the bottom of my foot and my arch was so tender I couldn't run. I tried not to panic, and started walking hoping it would get better. It didn't. I tried to run a little on and off but couldn't do so without limping. I was trying to hold back the tears and I'll never forget that I couldn't look the green men from Toy Story in the eye as they were giving everyone high fives because I was crying and didn't think I deserved one. Well, I'm stubborn and I just knew I couldn't give up. Even though I knew my goal was history, I was determined to run the last mile. I did it too, but as soon as I saw my husband at the finish- I lost it. It was a combination of disappointment and pain. I don't think I've ever had a running injury that was so painful. My finishing time: 2:05.
I couldn't put any pressure on my foot the rest of the day or the next. Unfortunately, I was in FL for a whole week and couldn't see a Dr. (Well, I could if I wanted to pay out of pocket for it. No thank you!) I saw a sports medicine Dr when I got back and have been officially diagnosed with plantar fasciitis. I actually have a good friend who did an ultrasound on it the day before the Dr appt and told me I tore my fascia. So.. it's been 0 running, lots of rest and some PT. The good news is that it's getting better. I have visions of me running in the near future. I have a parent/child triathlon in two weeks so I'll be running then- whether my foot is ready or not.