This isn’t the post I planned on writing. I wanted to write about the #goals for this year and how 2020 was going to be THE year for all things triathlon where old records would be smashed with the backing of solid nutrition, hard-earned weight loss, and a good training plan. Funny. But that’s not what this post is going to be about. I’m not in a goal-crushing mood right now.
Anyway, a week flew by like they often do. The nagging pain in the side of my right leg disappeared on the 10 mile run last Tuesday, only to wake me up in the middle of the night with a burning sensation that kept me up and made me want to curl up in a ball and cry. I did stay up, but I didn’t cry. Foam rolling, rest, sports massage, and a sports chiro appointment did nothing to alleviate the pain: it was time to call in the big guns.
I contemplated going to urgent care, but if I had tendinitis or a stress fracture, there would be nothing for them to do. A stress fracture usually doesn’t show up on X-Rays anyway, and I would be guaranteed an X-Ray at urgent care. Yay? I messaged my doctor instead who immediately referred me to orthopedics, and I scheduled an appointment for the following day.
Of course they did an X-Ray at the orthopedic appointment and nothing showed up, but after all of the prodding and tests, all signs pointed to a stress fracture in the fibula/tibia of my right leg. The doctor wrote a prescription for an MRI and wanted to put me in a boot on my way out of the office to immobilize my leg. I stood in the door frame and refused the boot. No way was I going to wear that. However, after getting home, the pain came back. I called the office and got the boot. MRI or not, it’s best to let the healing begin because a boot is going to follow the MRI anyway, and I would only be delaying the inevitable. I should have listened to the doctor the first time, but I’m stubborn.
In the mean time, I withdrew from the bike team to open up a spot for someone else, canceled my cycling class at the Y for the next two months, inquired about deferring my Love Run entry to next year, and cut back my hours at work. I’m also averting my eyes from my Garmin that has informed me that I am “detraining” with all of the rest I’ve gotten in the past few days. That leaves me with lots of time on the couch to think about the next two months and the rest of the season. Should I scale back on running, the likely cause of the stress fracture? Should I focus more on swimming and cycling when I can? What to do?
Well, I plan to take things week by week, rest, and do what I can. When the boot comes off, I’ll reevaluate my #goals for 2020. In the mean time, I’ll be on my couch with the kitties to keep me company.