The cast has been off about a week and a half now. I’ve started to wean from the walking boot. I’ve seen the physical therapist. I’m doing exercises to strengthen my ankle. These are all good things. I’m headed in the direction of getting back out for a run. I’d even take a “dreadmill” run over the stationary bike at this point.
I can definitely see the finish a little more clearly now. I’m at the point where there’s probably a few hills on the way, but at least I don’t doubt there is an end in sight to this injury and the whole process of getting myself into running shape again.
The challenge I’m currently dealing with is the first phase of my physical therapy. I am working my ankle and my calves three times a day to regain some strength. The therapist says that I should be able to start training again in 3-4 weeks. She understood my desire to run again and didn’t question my therapy goal of “to run outside again.” I even explained to her that I’m already signed up for a marathon in October that I will be completing by doing intervals. We had a good conversation about how intervals are used in races and how it was actually a great method for long distance racing. She even said she would consider using it in her own training. I was so appreciative that the experience with physical therapy was a positive one.
I’ve had to ice my ankle after each PT workout. It isn’t pleasant to complete all of the reps, but I’m already making progress. The first day I put a shoe on over my brace instead of the boot, my leg below the knee and my foot felt so fragile that I was afraid to walk on it. I wasn’t steady and I was completely ready to put the boot back on after the time period as I was instructed. Now, I feel more sure of myself in my shoes and the brace than I did before.
I’m glad that I have been able to get out of the boot and that I can walk better because I’ve been up rather often at night with my youngest child, who just had her tonsils and adenoids removed Wednesday. She had a sleep disorder that I’m hoping is now resolved after she recovers. While she seems to be recovering well, we’re giving her medicine around to the clock to prevent pain and ensure no infection develops. She’s not a happy camper at 2am or 6am. She also sees no point in taking medicine when she’s trying to sleep and makes it a challenge each time. Her cuteness keeps my head from exploding and leaving brain matter all over the room. At least I assume that’s why I can find adorable a little girl knocking things out of my hand in the middle of the night and yelling, “NO,” at me when I’m barely awake. I’ll miss her little snores that let me know she’d fallen asleep each night, but there’s comfort knowing that her quality of sleep will improve after we stop waking her every few hours for meds.
So, I could be running by next month. I could be running on a treadmill for my therapist soon. I’m going to keep fundraising. Now I know that I’m going to be able to make my marathon dreams happen with the right level of self care and discipline. I haven’t been great with going to the gym and I haven’t been keeping up with eating right. Sometimes, I let my feeling icky seep into my health and fitness. That’s going to have to stop if I want to make my goal a reality….and I do.
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