Not A Good Answer

After an encouraging 3-mile run on Tuesday, I thought I might be getting somewhere. I toured the streets of Salem that night with Matthew, and it was great to catch up with him and finally get to run with someone again. It wasn’t a completely pain free effort, but it was definitely my best attempt to date and I also seemed to feel pretty good afterward, all good signs.

I almost didn’t attempt a run last night, thinking I might go with an every other day strategy for a while. However, after feeling fine walking around all day, I decided to see how my leg would react. Unfortunately I got my answer. It wasn’t terrible, but it was definitely worse than the day before, so I quickly bagged it after a mile.

All that said, I’m looking at some more time off. How much I don’t know. It looks like this very well could take me the full 12 weeks to overcome. I’m still optimistic that I’m getting close, but close isn’t good enough. Right now I think I’m going to wait until I can do a few test jogs completely pain free and probably go a few days past that before trying again. I remember when I had my metatarsal stress fracture that I could walk without pain for a couple weeks before I was able to run again. I was just as frustrated then at the fact that I could go out and walk for 30 minutes and be ok, but couldn’t run at all without significant pain. It wouldn’t seem like the extra impact would be that much, but I guess it is.

Anyway, that’s the latest on the injury front. I’m not happy about it, but I refuse to be beaten (or at least I refuse to quit). I’m sure there are a lot of people out there who would look at my injury history and tell me I needed to face reality and hang ‘em up. Call me delusional, but I still feel like I’ve got something left, and until that feeling goes away, I will continue to get back up and press forward. There’s certainly nothing to lose from trying, but potentially much to lose from not. I’d rather fail any day than regret not trying at all.