Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Last night, I went on my first run since discovering some pain in my foot. The first 2-3 miles were fine, but then I felt a little of that pain again in the last stages of the run. Once I stopped, the pain continued to get a little more intense, but I did a lot of stretching and icing in the hopes that it would help. This morning, I got out of bed to go for another run, and my foot felt much better than last night, so I figured I was good to go. I got all bundled up, started my run, and made it about 1/2 mile before turning around. By the 1/2 mile point, I was already bargaining with myself as to whether or not I could deal with the pain. Realizing that I am (currently) training for a marathon, being in pain 1/2 mile into a run is probably not a good thing. So there goes my attempt at self recovery (and likely my plans to run the National Marathon). I'm going to schedule a visit for the same doctor Rebecca is seeing of her rehab in the hopes of figuring out what the heck is going on with my foot. Isn't this sad? Rebecca and I are both injured, and unable to run. Whatever happened to the concept of living the healthy lifestyle? I know, I know...I will continue to do things that I can do in the meantime, like cycling and swimming. Of course, that is until the dr says I can't.