Went to the doc today for MRI results. It reminded me of American Idol. Sometimes when a contestant would do poorly, Randy would ask,
“So, Dog, how do you think you did?”
Interpretation: I thought you sucked, but I want to see what you thought to make the blow easier.
The first thing the doc asked was, “So, how do you think you’re doing? How’s the pain?”
I told him I didn't have much pain at the fracture site, but lots of other achiness. That like a good little runner I had avoided any impactful activities for the past 80 days until yesterday when I took a 3.5 mile power walk. The left side of my body hurt. Screamed at me, in fact. “You f*cker,” it said.
Amazing how you can run marathons, then you can barely walk 3 miles. I looked up humbled in the dictionary and there was my picture (ever heard that one before?).
Doc said, “You’re not going to like what the radiologist report says, but just know that nothing has changed. We are still back on track to get you running soon.”
Report impressions: Worsening stress fracture involving the left femoral neck.
Shoot me now.
Increased edema (swelling) since date of injury in October.
However, in the world of sport's medicine, this is not a death sentence. In fact, what he told me is that in the absence of pain, the mess on the MRI actually means I’m healing. If, in fact, I had pain, it would mean I was worse. But, without pain at the fracture site, it’s a good sign.
Go figure. Where do I go from here?
On January 10 I can start running. For 8 minutes every other day. From there I will work up to 15 minutes of running. At that point I can increase time/mileage by 15% per week. That’s when my real marathon training will begin. I’ve also got physical therapy and a gait analysis coming up.
That means I will have an 8 week training cycle for Boston. Including my taper. Laugh if you want. It’s what I’ve got.
I CAN RUN AGAIN IN TWO WEEKS!!
Go tell you mother. Go tell your hair stylist. Go tell your gastroenterologist.
For sure there will be no speed work involved. No 20 mile training runs. In fact, Boston will be my long(est) training run. I’m cautiously optimistic.
Certainly, this could all go to shit if the fracture starts hurting again. But, with any luck, I’ll be in Hopinkton on April 18 ready to run pain free. It might take five hours for me to get the the finish line, but I’ll be running Boston. Because I worked my ass off to get there and I deserve to be there.
I am going to beat this bitch. With a metal bat. In a dark alley. With no witnesses.
When you are injured, there is advice flowing to you from every angle. Books, fellow runners, magazines, non-runners. I am choosing to listen to myself and my doc. I know I am in good hands. He is one of the professionals who consults with Runners World on their Challenge Forum (for injured runners). Dude knows his stuff. He will take care of me.
Setbacks? For sure there are some to come. Uncertainty? I am consumed by it. The clock is ticking. Boston is only 111 days away. I have 111 days to go from walking three miles to running 26.2.
If you know me, which I think you do, you know I never give up. I am nothing if not stubbornly determined. I give everything 100%. If there is any possible way I can do this, I will do it. Yes, my body might say no, but I can’t entertain that thought. It’s simply not a possibility.
If you make only one resolution this year, let it be to live boldly. You control this moment: Rather than cautiously test the water, dive straight into life with freeing abandon. Imagine the person you want to be and the life you want to live, then simply commit to them. Believe in yourself. Embrace your beauty. Discover a new passion. And whatever you do, wherever you go, don’t be afraid to make a splash (from Self January 2011).
Did I mention I signed up to do a Half Ironman in August?