On Monday, riding the high from my awesome 10-miler on Saturday, I injured myself while running. Not seriously, but enough that I have to hobble around at a painfully slow pace if I want to walk anywhere. I pulled a muscle in the arch of my foot and it huuuurrrttts.
In some ways, looking back, I was cruising for a bruising because I had been steadily increasing my mileage and the number of days a week that I was running over the past two weeks. As a result, I had been getting really sore in my calves near my ankles, so I had been changing my stride to land more on my heels. I’m pretty sure that’s what caused this injury, and so the lesson is that if I had just rested for two days when I first started to be in pain, I would not now have to miss a week (or more) of training and lose all my hard-earned progress.
I think it’s really interesting how upset I have been my this injury. Psychologically, it has been really tough because I am realizing how much I really love running. This may seem weird, but its a little surprising that I miss it so much because for a good portion of the time, I am not pumped to leave my warm house and go. I thought I would never be the type of person who would long to go running, and yet, I am. The other tough part is that I have this nagging worry that I have somehow opened the injury floodgates and the rest of my running career will be an expensive hogdepodge of crazy knee/hip/foot injuries.
So yeah. I went to yoga last night and we focused on yin yoga – the restorative, healing kind which was great because we did literally no standing poses. My foot did not hurt the entire time. But now I really, really want to work out and know it’s a bad idea. BOOOOOOOO.
On the bright side, I have a late start for work today and some fun stuff planned for tonight. And yes, I know I am being extremely melodramatic about this injury.
