Just a short update since it's been so long. Today is the 30th and it would have been 11 days till my marathon. I was in week 20 (a few weeks ago) doing a 12 miles, which was a short walk considering I had done 20 miles the Saturday before. It was raining and so I had decided to do my 12 miles at the gym. Not even sure how I managed it but right around mile 11 I got a cramp in my right foot, guess I kind of lost my balance and before I knew it I had stoved my left foot into the machine and bent my toes back to the point it felt like something cracked. I hobbled out of the gym to the van, called Mike and started to cry saying I think I might have just broke my foot.
I have never broke anything in my life so at that point I was in a state of shock and to think just 4 weeks from my marathon that I've been working towards for like 4 yrs now it seems. So I went home and we took my shoe off and checked the foot out. No bruising, no swelling, it looked pretty normal but it sure didn't feel normal. Mike kept assuring me it was just a strain or something and that given a bit of time I'd be just fine. Of course I so badly wanted to believe him but deep down I had a feeling it wasn't going to go that well. I cried and cried and then decided to lay down and hope that I would magically wake up and everything would be ok. 3 hours later I awoke to not being able to walk on the foot at all and it starting to swell. It was after 10pm by then but I told Mike I thought I better go to the hospital so we did. As I was getting x-rayed I told the tech that I had a marathon I was walking in 4 weeks and her next words confirmed my fears "probably not" she said.
She took me back to our room and when the doc came in I knew what she was going to say. She said how sorry she was about my marathon and confirmed that yes I had broken my foot and that I had broke it in a place that was hard to heal. I had broke the long bone off the pinkie toe along the side of my foot. She also mentioned the swimmer that had swam to Cuba and how it had taken her 5 tries to finally make it. Tears started to roll down my face and I was officially heart broken.
It's now 2 weeks later, I've been in a pretty purple cast and trying to adjust to life not being able to put any weight on my foot. I got myself a knee walker which has been great getting around on so at least I'm not on crutches all day long. Everything feels like a chore and I swear it feels like I'm back in the fat days lol. But I'm focusing on good nutrition and reading everything I can on bone health/mending so that I can have the best outcome as the doc has told me if after 6 weeks in the cast the bone isn't mending then I will have to have surgery to put a screw in. If it is healing then I will probably have 6 more weeks in a walking cast after that. So I'm looking at 3 months minimum recovery.
I'm not sure what lessons I'm suppose to learn from this but I know for sure one is definitely patience.
Mike has been great and so have the kids so I'm managing. I'm not sleeping well at night so working has been tough but my boss has been great and so if I need an extra hour of sleep in the morning I take it. I think he's just grateful I'm coming to work.
So that's life for me these days. I'm doing my best to stay up beat and since it's that time of year for me to do my yearly visits to my TOPS chapters that's what I've been planning so hopefully it will help keep me motivated and maybe help someone else.
I've been checking up on many of you and it seems most are doing well. I'm sorry I'm not commenting as much as I'd like but not able to from work. I miss it here and really should try to get back to at least weekly posting as I know it helps me to just ramble on :) well I should get to bed.
Hugs to you all.
Till next time...