I didn’t post yesterday as is my norm to do a check-in on Wednesdays. This week has been a bit crazy. So last Thursday I hobbled into the orthopedist’s office praying that I had healed enough to get out of the cast and off the crutches. After all I was headed to Vegas for the weekend and I did *not* want to hobble around Vegas. Hobbling through Chicago was bad enough. When they cut the cast off I was surprised to still see so much swelling and bruising.
As of today most of the bruising is either gone or on it’s way to being gone along with the swelling. The muscle on the outside of my leg is still pretty sore, but every day it seems to be getting better. The advice I was given was wear the boot for two weeks. If it is still hurting at two weeks, keep wearing the boot until it doesn’t hurt anymore and come back to see him in a month. I know I didn’t tear anything, but my ankle is still pretty stiff and sore. Last night as I crawled into bed, I caught my toes on the sheet and torqued my ankle. OUCH! OUCH! OUCH! I had memories of the pain of coming down the mountain on September 17th. I’m trying to be realistic with my recovery. I’m not going to be running in November, most likely. When I walked into his office in September and he told me no surgery, my request was to be running by the first of the year. He said, “no problem”. Which made my mind think…well maybe come December….
I’m not holding my breath. But, I am hoping to be taking some nice easy jogs in the next 4-6 weeks. I miss running. I need a good soul-cleansing run. I was out in the garage last night to shut the window (because it was in the 20s this morning) and I actually petted my treadmill and stared at her longingly. Oh, how I miss spending on hour on her. (That’s what she said.) Sick and twisted? Maybe. But this is the longest stretch of not running I’ve done since 2007.
My goal? To be back in shape by the end of February. Build my muscles back up. Get my cardio and lungs back into the groove. For Tough Mudder I was in the best shape of my life. I want to go back. I felt strong and amazing to know what my body could accomplish. And anyway, I want to get some races scheduled and that will include another Tough Mudder next year.
I’ve been surprised how little I had missed my workouts in the beginning. I didn’t start craving them until last week. But now that it feels so close, I just want to get out there and sweat. To drip from exertion. To sweat out all the daily stressors of life. Until then I will be push-upping and pull-upping and working my core. So until next week…