Thanks to everyone who's been in touch to commiserate since I shared I tore the ever-loving stuff out of a tendon during a 50K race and am sidelined. I've had a few folks tell me that "Everything happens for a reason," but I'm unconvinced the universe is sending me a message by tearing into my connective tissue. I AM a believer, however, in the High Church of Shit Happens (HCSH).
You may think that as a practicing member of HCSH, about 4 weeks out from the day of my injury, I'd be feeling helpless, frustrated and irritable. That would not be wholly untrue (ask the most patient man in the world, aka my husband John).
But I'm trying to compartmentalize those feelings into brief moments. I'm also super motivated to do everything in my power to heal quickly:
I rested, iced, compressed and elevated for DAYS. DAYS!
I made big adjustments to my diet, which supported someone running 40+ miles a week, and now reflects my much less active lifestyle (sigh).
I wore my giant immobilizing boot for three weeks, stomping around at first, eventually mastering a more graceful hobble. I am now bootless, and if it weren't such an expensive little accessory, I swear I'd hold a party to burn it.
I visited my physical therapist Brett (BIG plug for Lifestrength PT!) weekly. While acknowledging the seriousness of the injury, Brett has been very encouraging and has not a shade of doubt I'll be running in a manner of weeks.
I made a visit to my acupuncturist Heather (plug for Heather Johnstone Acupuncture--she's great!) to help bring more blood flow to the injured area and to get some stress relief. Because apparently I'm a little on edge.
And finally, I'm back at the gym trying to catch that runner's high by working on my weak upper body (so weak!) and doing boring core exercises. I'm not catching much of a buzz, but there's some satisfaction in knowing I'm priming my body for the day when I get the go ahead to crank out 5 super slow minutes on a treadmill. And then the next time, another 5 minutes, then a couple miles and a couple more.
So thank you again to everyone who's checked in on me. Shit most definitely happens, and though I can 100% guarantee more will happen in this lifetime, I'm finding some peace of mind in taking action where I can potentially make an impact.