And of course…it’s in my right freakin’ knee, the one area of my body that truly needs to be in the game to run a bloody marathon. (Okay, anything lower half is pretty damn important when you’re a runner.) I’d have settled for tendinitis in my wrist, elbow, hell, even a butt cheek! (Is that even possible?) But alas, someone somewhere has other plans for me.
I wasn’t surprised when Dr. Henbest told me the news. My first question was, “When can I get a shot?” He raised his brow and said, “I won’t inject you there. It could rupture the tendon, which would ultimately lead to surgery.”
I sighed (out loud for effect) and said, “Okay. Then let’s talk pain management. What can I do to guarantee I’ll make it to the start line?” He came back with, “There are NO guarantees.” (Bloody freakin’ hell.)
The good doc put me on 2400 mg of Motrin (per day), told me to take a minimum of 2 weeks off from running and sent me on my way.
Unfortunately, the medical industry as a whole doesn’t seem adequately equipped to help with the mindset side of an injury. (Hey, if you work in this field, forgive me and I totally freakin’ salute you. But I have never had a doctor offer to hug and/or sing Kumbaya with me.) I left the doctor’s office feeling bereft, angry and outrageously at a loss for what my next steps should (or could!) be. When I got into my car, I sat for a few minutes and thought, “Oh f*. Now what?” The first thing that came to mind was to call Shari, my trainer. Seems to me this is a PERFECT time to ramp up my lean and mean.
I didn’t stop with Shari. I hit up my chiropractor yesterday and also opted for some acupuncture:
Surprisingly, I don’t feel defeated or deflated by this turn of events. I feel ready to put this b*tch to bed.
My revised training plan includes an a** load of rowing and swimming. Shari helped me with a new routine to further strengthen my hips and core. I’m committed to staying OFF my legs for at least two weeks in hopes there are miracles in the works. Best case, I make Portland with no further problems. Worst case, I find another race this fall and give my knee a few more weeks to heal. (Either way, I will finish this training cycle strong AND run a second marathon.)
I told my sisters in my 100 Day Challenge that there’s more than one way to skin a f*ing cat. (I.e. burn down 26.2.)
Right now, I’m out to prove it’s true.
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P.S.S. I hit the pool this morning for .8 miles. Gawd bless, I still stink like chlorine. *ugh*
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