Category Archives: Injury

Getting the Boot (or Shoe)

My stylish new footwear, fall leaves for time reference.

My stylish new footwear, fall leaves for time reference.

I went to the doctor today and left with one new shoe and a big bag of pity party.  As you know, I sprained my ankle all the way back on May 14th.  I’ve had some big downs and small ups since then, but since it’s been 20 weeks (5 whole months!  3 different seasons!) and I’m still having pain, swelling, and general problems with my foot and ankle, I decided to see another doctor to get it checked out again.


Foot bone stuff for fun.

Not my X-rays.

I went to the Hospital for Special Surgery this time and they took comprehensive X-rays of my foot and ankle.  The X-rays didn’t reveal any existing fractures but the doctor did say I had swelling in my 4th metatarsal.  She said that’s a precursor to a stress fracture and it’s what’s been causing me pain at the top of my foot.  She prescribed the beautiful shoe above to keep it stable (which I immediately ordered from Amazon so my germaphobic self can have a second one for indoor wear only), with directions to wear the shoe for 4 weeks, do absolutely no jumping or running, and to generally “take it easy” for 2 weeks.  She said I could do non-impact exercise like the elliptical or biking, but it has to be in the shoe (so let’s be honest, I don’t think I’ll be doing any biking), and if there is any pain I have to stop.  She said my cuboid bone might also be inflamed, but again that rest was the best option.


She also prescribed an MRI (that I’ll have to schedule in the next week or so) that will give her a look at the soft tissues.  She’s specifically interested in the scar tissue (she mentioned something about “entrapment” but I’m pretty sure she didn’t mean it in the legal sense) and my cartilage (or what’s left of it!).


The doctor did say I could walk, but after wearing this shoe for 30 seconds I see now that she was joking.  This shoe makes it almost impossible to walk.  My current stride makes John Wayne look like a runway model.  They’ve hobbled me while claiming I can walk – it’s like handing someone an empty soda can and telling them to drink as much as they want.  In fact, wearing this shoe makes my ankle hurt even more.  So no, I won’t be walking.  I’ll be here at home sulking and gaining weight and feeling sorry for myself.*  This is how you turn a marathon runner into a diabetic.


*Ok, but actually, I’m almost done feeling sorry for myself today.  I ate an entire bag of cookies and complained to my friends, but ultimately it is what it is.  I’m glad it was caught early and didn’t turn into a real fracture.  And I’m hopeful that this plus whatever the MRI will show will lead to treatments that will actually get me back out there running, hopefully before the heat death of the universe.  But yes, 4 weeks in this shoe is 4 more weeks of torture after a torturous 5 months.  Are we done with 2016 yet?


Have you ever had to wear an orthopedic boot or shoe?  What stupid series on HBO or Netflix should I watch next?  Is all this pain and time spent off my feet reducing my sentence in purgatory?  Share in the comments!

Lame Update (Pun Intended)

Injury detritus.

Injury detritus.

This last month has seen me go from the high of graduating PT to the low of realizing just how bad my injury still is.


The weekend after my last post I went to a wedding in Toronto and danced a bit too much.  My favorite thing ever (that’s not food related) is dancing at a wedding.  Almost immediately after leaving the dance floor my ankle swelled up so I hurried back to my hotel room to ice it.  Will there ever come a day when getting a bucketful of ice at a hotel means I’m about to drink something?


The week after that I spent a lot of time on my feet baking cookies for a wedding shower (unrelated to above), and once again my ankle was regularly swollen and hurting as much as it was months ago.  The week after that it wasn’t much better, so I continued to ice it and rest it.  That means I haven’t run even a few steps since my trial over a month ago.  If you think my self-image has bounced back from this yet, it hasn’t.

A few of the cookies that escaped my gaping maw.

A few of the cookies that escaped my gaping maw.

This week, almost 19 weeks after the initial injury, my ankle feels… not great.  There are many more moments of the day when it hurts than it did a few weeks ago.  I’m not sure if it’s because I’m not going to PT anymore, or if I’ve been too lax with the at-home exercises, or because something is seriously f’ed up in my ankle, so I’ve scheduled another appointment with an orthopedic doctor for next week so I can get it re-evaluated.  I just don’t think this kind of pain and disability after 4 months is normal for even a badly sprained ankle.  If it is, I’m going to need some Zoloft with my ankle therapy.


Till then, I’m still planning on walking the Bronx 5K this weekend, because I’m still (foolishly?) trying to qualify for the NYC Marathon by doing the 9+1.  A part of me wonders why I’m trying to qualify for something that honestly seems impossible right now.  I’m missing the Clarence Demar Marathon in New Hampshire this weekend, and will miss the Hartford Marathon in Connecticut in a couple weeks (because their time cutoff is a strict 6 hours, and even if I could cover 26 miles, I couldn’t keep up that 13:44 minute/mile pace).  I doubt I’ll try to make my first marathon post-injury the Baton Rouge Beach Marathon, only because it would be a week before my bucket list trip to Patagonia and I don’t want to risk hurting myself before such an expensive and long-planned trip.  With the other marathons I’ve already missed this summer, that will make 5 marathons in 5 states that I won’t be able to do this year.  (And you runners know that’s about $500 worth of registration fees I’ll never see again, either.)  When I realized all that last week, it hit me really hard.  I know it’s just life, I know unexpected bad things happen, but goddamn it sucks.


On the plus side, I’m still doing the occasional spin class and even did a couple of rowing classes, which were great but they took a lot out of me.  Is that because of my ankle or because I’m so out of shape?  Yes.


Do you have a favorite cookie recipe?  Are you enjoying the last gasp of summer?  Are you finding yourself adrift since Bachelor in Paradise concluded?  Share in the comments!

Graduation Party!

My final ice and my free "graduation" shirt from PT.

My final ice and my free “graduation” shirt from PT.

After only 15 weeks (since my injury) and 10.5 weeks of physical therapy, I’ve finally graduated from PT!  [heavy sarcasm on the “only”]  It doesn’t mean I’m fully recovered by any means – as you know from my last post, even simply walking 3 miles can still pose a big challenge, and I’ve only gone on two very short “runs” (aka a block or two at a time, with lots of walking in-between) since being allowed to run by my therapist.  I still swell up sometimes and it still hurts often, but it’s progress and I’ll take it.


I’ll continue to do the exercises at home as I have been, and I still have to ease into everything else — like running, which I’m barely doing; rowing class, which I haven’t tried yet; and standing up during spin class, which I tried for the first time today much to the relief of my derrière.


And what’s a graduation party without some music?  So here are 3 songs I heard during spin class today, all of which I enjoyed because I’m an Old they’re classics.


For finally standing up in spin class –


For the cute guy from PT – haha jk 😮


And the most appropriate one for this whole injury experience –


The real celebration will come when I’m able to do marathons again.  Oh gosh, I miss them so much!


Have you ever had to go to PT for an injury?  Do you think all graduation parties should have sheet cake?  Does all your pain go away while watching Bachelor in Paradise?  Share in the comments!

Percy Sutton Harlem 5K – A Pain in the Ankle & Bonus Candy Review – Aug 27, 2016

Waiting at the start of the Percy Sutton Harlem 5K.

Waiting at the start of the Percy Sutton Harlem 5K.

Today I walked my second NYRR race since spraining my ankle in May, and while it was a really nice race overall, my ankle started hurting more than I expected and now I’m a little worried I overdid it.  Good thing I have chocolate.


Race Review

Gradual uphill with views of Yankee Stadium in the distance off to the right.

Gradual uphill with views of Yankee Stadium in the distance off to the right (not captured but it’s there).

The Percy Sutton Harlem 5K Run (honoring the former Manhattan borough president who was a supporter of the 5-borough NYC Marathon and NYRR in general) is a typical NYRR race but the course actually is in Harlem instead of following the typical Central Park loop.  It’s a pretty delightful loop starting at 135th and St Nicholas Ave, heading north to 155th, cutting west a few blocks, then south along St Nicolas Park before rounding back north at 127th to finish basically where it started.  The neighborhood looks beautiful, you can see Yankee Stadium in the distance for part of the race, and you get to walk run past some beautiful architecture that’s part of City College.  At the beginning of the race the announcer said that in the first year of this race there were only a few hundred runners, but in this, its 7th year, there are over 5,000!  (Actual total finishers was 4,803.)


The start of the hill at about mile .4.

The start of the hill at about mile .4.

The course does feature some hills, most notably a 1/4 mile hill about .4 miles from the start, but there are a few other shorter uphills and downhills scattered along the 3-mile course.  Despite the hills, I foolishly walked about as fast as I could for the first mile (slightly under a 15 minute per mile pace, too fast for my still-healing ankle), until about mile 1.3 when my ankle screamed in protest and I stopped to roll it around a bit, as if that would do anything.  As much as it killed me, I slowed down my already slow pace and tried to baby my ankle a bit, but by mile 2 I was pretty obviously limping.  I limped my way through the last mile, and despite the pain and the frustration, I was actually having a good time and even got a bit emotional from all the lovely people cheering all of us slowpokes.


Weirdest looking bagels I've ever seen.

Weirdest looking bagels I’ve ever seen.

He made me take off my shoe to "ice properly."

He made me take off my shoe to “ice properly.”

At the finish line we were greeted by the standard apples and non-standard deli rolls (I guess they ran out of bagels?).  I got ice from the med tent and actually sat on a park bench to ice my ankle while chatting with a friend.  My doctor friend told me to take Advil and my physical therapist friend told me to ice it, so I did both because I’m very obedient.


While I didn’t take a roll, I did have pizza after the race because my ankle hurt and thus I deserved it.  I also had some ice cream and the chocolate featured below, because I am a glutton.

Bonus Candy Review!

I didn't make the cleanest breaks but you get the idea.

I didn’t make the cleanest breaks but you get the idea.

I got this delightful chocolate as a gift, but you can actually buy it on Amazon.  It’s somehingsomethinggreek Ion brand milk chocolate with almonds.  (It’s not the first Greek chocolate I’ve tried, and it won’t be the last.)  The milk chocolate is better than standard American candy bar chocolate (ok, I know that’s not a high bar, pun intended), and the almonds are crunchy, but the best part is just how thick and large each square is.  Why is that the best part?  Because you’re basically forced to eat at least one large square every time you encounter this candy.  I mean, it’s not that you want to eat a ton of chocolate, you’re a delicate flower and only take the tiniest nibbles of things, but if that’s how the bar is divided, I guess you have to.



Now I’m sitting on my couch, icing and elevating and wondering if I could eat more chocolate.  They didn’t mention that it heals ankles in this recent Runner’s World article on ankle sprains, but I’m pretty sure it helps, right?


Have you ever run the Percy Sutton Harlem 5K race?  Have you ever had Ion chocolate?  Are you able to justify your food choices based on lingering pains in your body?  Share in the comments!

France 8K – May We? – Aug 21, 2016

The announcer and a French cheer squad at the start!

The announcer and a French cheer squad at the start!

I just finished my first race since spraining my ankle back in May!  I walked the entire thing (couldn’t even run a few steps at the end because it hurt too much), and it took a long, long time, but I finished!


I've had a bad summer, so I get one free attempt of a glamor shot of my costume for the race.

I’ve had a bad summer, so I get one free attempt of a glamor shot of my costume for the race.

The NYRR France Run was an 8K (4.97 miles) loop of Central Park, starting on the east side south of the 72nd Transverse, continuing up and around Harlem Hill, then back down and finishing on the 72nd Street Transverse.  In the middle of the night I decided to wear a “French costume” for the race, which meant that in the morning I cut my red buff from the Philly Marathon, French-braided my hair, and put on a lot of red lipstick.  Once I got to the park I realized nobody else was wearing a costume except for the women who were forced to by Air France.  C’est la vie!  I started in the very back since I was planning on walking the entire thing.  I might not have mentioned doing this race to my physical therapist but since she ok’d me to walk a 5K a week ago I figured this would be ok, too…

I'm 98% sure this is the pothole that got me back in May!!!

I’m 98% sure this is the pothole that got me back in May!!!

I was pretty nervous before the race since Central Park is hillier than what I’ve been walking during recovery, and this would be by far the farthest I’ve walked since May.  When I got to the start it had just begun lightly raining.  After crossing the start the rain picked up, and pretty soon it was a total downpour for miles.  It was some of the hardest rain I’ve ever run (walked) in, and I was totally drenched in minutes (shirt soaked, shoes wet, hair looked like I took a shower).  Luckily it was warm and it was only a 5 mile race instead of a marathon (ahem Jackson Mississippi Blues Marathon).  I was mostly just worried my phone would get soaked even inside my waist belt (since my shirt and tights were totally soaked through).  When I did risk taking my phone out to take a picture of the pothole that felled me, there was no dry spot of clothing to wipe it on!


My favorite race photo ever - if you don't recognize this guy, you don't run NYRR races.

If you don’t recognize this guy, you don’t run NYRR races.

After about 30 minutes of hard rain it started letting up, and for the last couple miles the sun even came out (and reminded us just how scorchingly hot it would have been had it been sunny the whole time).  Besides getting my favorite race photo ever with an icon in NYRR, I was mostly wondering if the bagels would be dry by the time I got to the finish.  I was also pretty determined to win the free trip to Paris, although I was so slow I didn’t even get to enter the raffle.  🙁


The little Air France cheer area about 400 meters before the finish.

The little Air France cheer area about 400 meters before the finish. No free tickets, though. 😐

Snacks after the run - bagel not pictured, as it was in my stomach.

Snacks after the run – bagel not pictured, as it was in my stomach.

Post-race, my ankle started hurting more (during the walk home) and I noticed it was a bit swollen after my shower, but now I’m icing and elevating and plan on having a lot of quality couch-time this afternoon now that I have a new A/C (it broke earlier this week, which was pretty dreadful).  Perhaps time to start a new Netflix series?  I’m considering Black Books or Father Ted (both from the creator of The IT Crowd), or maybe Wentworth, or Stranger Things, or The Fall, or W1A… So many options to be lazy!

The race shirt (front and back).

The race shirt (front and back).


Have you ever run an 8K before?  Have you ever walked an entire running race?  Have you ever been to France?  Share in the comments!

Praise Cheeses!

I'm thankful for cheese and running.

Appropriate shirt for my first run back, as I’m thankful for both cheese and running.

I went for a run tonight for the first time in 13 1/2 weeks!!!  My PT ok’d it as long as I took it really easy – like run a block, walk a block, and don’t do anything that hurts.  So I picked the flattest, easiest, emptiest path in Riverside Park and tried jogging a few steps.  In the beginning, my ankle felt quite stiff and started to hurt after only 30 steps or so (at which time I immediately stopped to walk), but after a while it warmed up a bit and I was able to jog a block or two without stopping.  My average pace for the two miles I walked completed was 15:15 per mile, which is slower than my non-injured walking pace, and it was so hot and humid it felt like swimming on land, but I was still thrilled to be out there!


I’m going to keep taking it really easy and I’m not going to try running every day, but this is a HUGE step for me (no pun intended).  I’m finally a runner again!


How are you dealing with the summer heat?  Do you still cook in this weather?  What’s your favorite cheese?  Share in the comments!

NYRR R-U-N 5K – Lightning the Load – Aug 11, 2016

Fun acrylic glass and temporary tattoos for the NYRR R-U-N 5K.

Fun acrylic “glass” and temporary tattoos for the NYRR R-U-N 5K.

My plan to triumphantly return to road racing tonight by walking the ironically named R-U-N 5K was, as many of my race-related plans have been recently, foiled, this time by heat and then severe thunderstorms.  At about 3:30 pm, the race officials emailed us saying the race would be an untimed, unscored fun run due to the weather (it’s about 1,000 degrees and very humid here).  The good news was that runners would get a marathon credit whether we ran it or not.


I debated on whether to still walk it because as much as I wanted to get back out there (even just walking), it was also as hot as heck and I have an early morning flight tomorrow and didn’t want the hassle of getting to/from the park and stressing my ankle before a special getaway.  Luckily the decision was made for me at about 6 pm when officials told all runners and volunteers to seek shelter immediately due to severe thunderstorms.  As I’m sitting here guilt-free in my air-conditioned apartment, I can hear nasty cracks of thunder and am waiting for the deluge.


The race was advertised as a “social” race – when I signed up I had to select whether I wanted a corral according to my time or if I wanted to be “social.”  I chose “social,” although to be honest I think I would have gotten the same corral anyway since I’m so slow.  It was supposed to start at 7 pm in Central Park, with drink specials for the runners at various restaurants after the race.  It would have been my first race that started in the evening (not counting Ragnar, since that lasts multiple days) and of course my first race since The Injury.  Ah, well!  There’s always the France Run (8K) in a little over a week!


Have you ever had a race completely cancelled?  Have you ever done an evening race?  Have you ever been to Nashville?  Share in the comments!

Happy 3rd Birthday, Where’s The Finish!

Me in my dreams.

Me in my dreams.

Whelp, I did not see that coming.  As you know, I sprained my ankle what feels like a million years ago (aka a little over 12 weeks) and I still can’t run.  So what do you write about if you can’t run but have a running blog?  Apparently a bunch of posts about spraining your ankle, and not much else.


A year ago I was just coming off EMT camp and loving life.  I’m happy to say that after that I mostly stuck to my goals, running lots of marathons (Twin Cities, PhiladelphiaRocket CityMississippi BluesLittle Rock, Garmin, and Delaware), qualifying for Marathon Maniacscross-training and getting in better and better shape – until The Injury.  I was also on a really good marathon schedule, running one every month or two – until The Injury.  Volunteering as an EMT at the NYC Marathon was great, and I got another volunteer EMT position in the city which was also wonderful – until The Injury.  So, state of the union-wise, the last 12 months weren’t totally terrible, just the last three – you know, since The Injury.

Artist's rendering of The Injury.

Artist’s rendering of The Injury.

Oddly enough, I’m more optimistic now about finishing the 50 states than I was two years ago.  Yes, I can’t run at all right now, and I still have no idea when my ankle will be well enough to do so, but after 24 states, my feelings towards covering 26.2 miles have changed a bit.  Maybe it’s because I allow myself to walk a lot (a lot) more than I used to, or maybe because I’m almost halfway to my goal, but I think it’s do-able and it’s still my main running goal.

Oh yes, I will.

Oh yes, I will.

It’s also kind of amazing to look back and realize how differently I feel in only two years (and I honestly don’t remember being injured that much, either, but apparently I was?).  All these changes happened so gradually I could’ve sworn I haven’t changed at all, and yet here there’s internet proof.  Now I’m Class Passing (aka cross-training) up a storm, I’m optimistic about 50 states, and I’m finally admitting that I have no immediate plans to esthetically improve this site, despite the fact that it is begging for it.


I also still might get my 9+1 NYRR races in this year (to qualify for the NYC Marathon in 2017), as my physical therapist is reluctantly allowing me to walk the social 5K this Thursday.  And yes, I’m still going to PT twice a week (and doing all the exercises at home every day), although since the cute guy isn’t at PT anymore I have to go solely for health reasons.  Booooring!


Finally, various other updates:  I walked 2.5 miles on Sunday without much problem, I’m still going to spin classes where I’m very much behind where I was 3 months ago but slowly improving, I started going to yoga again and can’t do child’s pose but my squats are improving in depth, and I’m going to Nashville this weekend for a bachelorette party.  Somehow those are all actually related, but I can’t explain how.


How have you changed as a runner over the last few years?  Are you watching Bachelor in Paradise?  Is it not the show we deserve, but the show we need?  Share in the comments!

You Spin Me Right Round

There's no bitmoji with a bike, so this duck will have to do.

There’s no bitmoji with a bike, so this duck will have to do.

I went to a spin class today!  It was the first time in 11 weeks that I broke a sweat that wasn’t due to heat or pain.  I’m not doing a full, normal spin class, but my therapist ok’d me to try it if I didn’t do any biking off the seat (aka standing) and generally took it easy.


In the first five minutes I almost cried because I was so happy to be back.  In the next five minutes I almost cried because I was so out of shape.  In the final five minutes I almost cried because my butt hurt so much from being on a bike seat without a break for 45 minutes.  But I made it!  After class I was so hungry I ate ALL THE THINGS, but my ankle seems no worse for wear (yet…).   So while I still can’t run yet, and can’t row because my ankle doesn’t have enough flexibility to get close enough to the catch to do a proper stroke (think deep squat), I’m happy to be able to have this one small thing back in my life.  And while I still hate 2016, it will eventually be over, and I’ll be able to rail against some fresh new injury in 2017.


How’s your summer running going?  Do you cross-train in a gym to escape the heat?  Have you ever binge-watched Girls on HBO and wondered how you could have possibly watched so many seasons in a day?  Share in the comments!

What Doesn’t Kill You Makes You Weaker

Icing my stupid ankle after my physical therapy exercises.

Icing my stupid ankle after my physical therapy exercises.

It’s been nine (9!) whole weeks since I sprained my ankle.  I’ve thought about writing posts several times since then, but never got around to it, because, to be honest, my thoughts on the last 9 weeks have been scattered, and mostly very negative, and not really fun to dwell on.  But a post about this ankle nonsense is overdue, so instead of trying to write some perfect essay on how I’m recovering with grace and aplomb, I’m gonna let you know what I really think about this bs.


How have you been?

My withered leg.  :(

My withered leg. 🙁

First, let me say the last 9 weeks have truly, epically sucked.  My last post was hastily written in a brief moment I didn’t want to smash everything in the world, and it definitely did not reflect my almost constant bad mood these last couple of months.  The first two weeks were physically the worst, as I was 100% reliant on crutches and could barely do anything.  (You ever have to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night, when you’re groggy and can barely move your legs and kinda stumble around in the dark?  Yeah, imagine that but with crutches.)  It was three full weeks before I hazarded driving short distances, and over five weeks before I could start physical therapy (and started walking short distances without a full brace).  At eight weeks I could walk a mile on flat ground with rest breaks, but I overdid it on my trip home from Missoula and my foot puffed up again for several days (my physical therapist was not happy with me).  And as of yesterday I’m finally not in constant pain – as long as my foot is elevated and I haven’t overdone it in the days before.  (So, yes, I’ve been in constant (usually low-level) pain for the last 9 weeks.  Walking or standing still hurts.)


Mentally, I think the worst weeks were around week 5 to now (yes, it’s ongoing).  The lack of being able to do any sort of workout has really taken a toll.  And while most people have good intentions by telling me about their past injuries and quick recoveries (lol a sprain doesn’t disappear overnight, that wasn’t a sprain, dude), or even worse, what they expect my personal recovery timeline will be, it is the most infuriating thing to hear.  You don’t know my injury.  You don’t know my body.  And you have no idea what my progress or lack thereof has been.  So for you to tell me I’ll be fine in a “couple weeks,” or never, or whatever non-medically based prediction you make for me, makes me want to punch you in the face.


You ever hear that cliche saying about running being cheaper than therapy?  Or those shirts that say “I run to stay sane”?  Yeah, well, I haven’t been able to walk, let alone run, for 9 weeks, and I don’t see long walks or running anywhere on the horizon yet, so I’m pretty certifiable by now.  Yes, yes, I still count my blessings (which don’t include being thankful I didn’t break any bones, as I’ve learned that fractures are often faster and easier to heal than soft tissue injuries), and yes, yes, I’m still thankful for all that I have and the luxuries and opportunities I’m provided (e.g. doctors, physical therapy, grocery delivery, Amazon, etc.).  But that doesn’t mean I can’t also be pissed, and fed up, and occasionally depressed, and constantly frustrated by all of this.


But how’s the ankle?

About 3 weeks after injury, when the swelling was more pronounced and the crutches were in  heavy use.

About 3 weeks after injury, when the swelling was more pronounced and the crutches were in heavy use.

My ankle and the connected areas are still swollen, but it’s slooooooowly getting better.  It still puffs up if I walk or stand too much (and “too much” right now is about over a mile total in a day, depending).  It hasn’t been a linear progression, so some days are worse than others, and I don’t expect that I’ll wake up one magical day and everything will be ok.  My range of motion is still pretty limited, but I’m doing PT exercises at home every day and go to PT twice a week, where my therapist uses a metal torture device on my injured leg to break up the scar tissue (it’s called the “Graston technique” – it’s like foam rolling but with a stainless steel pick and it’s as painful as you’d imagine – I break into a full-body sweat every time – sexy!).  But it seems to be helping, and I’ll happily suffer whatever pain my PT wants to dish out if it means I’ll get to run again this year.  Surprisingly, I’m not even as worried about “permanent damage” as I was when I first got injured, because at this point I’ve almost made my peace with permanent damage and I just want my mobility back.


Everything happens for a reason, right?

I definitely don’t think everything happens for a reason or even that every cloud has a silver lining, but if there ever will be a silver lining to all of this, it’ll probably be my increased empathy to others who are sick, injured, or have chronic pain.  The greatest gift my immobility has given me was the discovery of Below Deck: Mediterranean, which is the best worst show ever.  Or maybe the silver lining to my injury is the cute guy at PT…  But seriously, this whole experience sucks, and I do not recommend.


So when will you be running again?

I don’t know.  No doctor or therapist has been able to answer that for me, either, because I think even they don’t know.  The closest I’ve gotten to a real answer (besides the bs “you could run a marathon in 2 months from date of injury” I got from my orthopedist, who clearly just wanted me out of his office) is that my backpacking trip to Patagonia in December shouldn’t be a problem.  No, that’s not running, but it is hiking long distances with a pack, so I imagine I’ll be able to run short distances without a pack before then…  maybe?  Honestly, at this point, I’m still taking it day by day.  I thought for sure I’d be running my fall marathons, but now even that’s not looking very likely.  More rage!  Where’s that gd silver lining?


And yes, I’ve missed numerous NYRR races and the first of several marathons I had scheduled (check out the gallery below for some pictures from the Missoula Marathon last weekend).  I probably won’t make the 9+1 program this year, so I won’t qualify for the NYC Marathon next year, which is ok – I’m definitely more disappointed about missing so many marathons and having to delay my 50 States quest.

In conclusion…

I think I speak for most of humanity by saying that 2016 can kiss my ass and die in a fire.  Let’s fast-forward through this slag heap of a year and hope that 2017 is better.


When do you think I’ll be healed?  Haha, just kidding, don’t tell me that – tell me what I should binge-watch instead!  Is the most recent season of Orange is the New Black worth it?  Are you, like me, only barely holding it together before Bachelor in Paradise starts again in August?  Share in the comments!