Dear husband, I regret to inform you that your best friend duties are no longer needed. To be blunt, you’ve been replaced. Don’t cry, there’s no need for tears here, you’ve got many a great qualities, it’s just that, well, the physio this morning, he proved more worthy of that best friend status. I had no choice really. How could I not have made him my new BFF when he was the one to have gloriously told me that I could again soon be lacing up my sneakers!
It’s been two weeks and two days since I last ran (but I’m not counting) and two weeks exactly since I had a near break down following the phone call from my doc where he ordered me to stop running because of stress fractures “all throughout” my ankles. But this morning, my new BFF, with a copy of my scans, softened that initial blow. The scans showed that I had suffered inflammation on both outer ankles, and my right shin had been attacked by periostitis which is apparently a precursor to stress fractures, but it was my left shin that actually had the stress fracture (notice the singular).
The stress fracture was a low-grade class-1, which takes about 4 to 6 weeks to heal (I got the scan a month ago) so 2 more weeks to go!!! And if that wasn’t great enough news, there’s more. My BFF also told me that I’ve got great range of movement in both ankles, which is rare for me, and that my alignment is bang on, which is again super rare for me. Super great news, right?
For the most part, yes. However, just as best friends are akin to do, mine felt compelled to throw a few stipulations into the positive news. I had to start back slow, he said, see how it feels and work my way back up slowly. For those of you new to the blog, I’m not exactly a fan of “slow.” He said not to go all out right off the hop … apparently his version of all out is 10 km, and here I was thinking 10 km was starting out slow. Nope, he advised I start out with 3 km runs. Really? 3 km?
And so here’s the part that troubles me: I’ve got a half marathon in the middle of May and a full marathon at the end of May. By way of long runs, I’ve already missed a 19 km and a 26 km run and this weekend I’ll be missing a 29 km run. And while my BFF seems to think I’d be good to go for those races given all the cross training I’ve been doing in the meantime, I’m somewhat skeptical. I mean it’s one thing to run on water which yes gets my heart rate going, but it’s a completely other thing to run on pavement, and if I’m not getting my pavement mileage in, am I setting myself up for yet another stress fracture injury? Hopefully not.
For the next two months my BFF and I will be seeing each other once every two weeks to make sure my once problematic alignment and ankles stay perfect throughout my comeback. And if not, off to the ultrasound machine I go:
- 7 p.m. BG before: 5.7 (operating on a 50 per cent reduced dinner bolus)
- Temp basal: -50 per cent
- Time: 60 minutes
- Sprints: 4 (I was pretending I was the female version of George Hincapie working to get Cav to the finish line)
- @30 minutes: BG 3.2
- 8:15 p.m. BG after: 6.5