It means Daddy won’t be running the half-marathon that he was planning on running this upcoming weekend.
Am I unlucky, or just a klutz, or something else? Who knows, but I’m seeing much too much of the doctor’s office these past 2 months. My latest escapade was stepping in a large hole at work — hidden in a grassy strip going between parking lots. I went down hard, and it took a while to gather myself to stand up. I don’t think anyone saw me, as I didn’t see anyone else around me the whole time.
But anyway, it was slowly improving through the weekend, and walking straight-ahead wasn’t an issue. But an increase in soreness and tenderness on Sunday sent me to the doctor yesterday, and the x-ray says I have a slight avulsion fracture at the end of the tibia. Slight, as in only a couple millimeter fragment of bone broke away. No surgery or immobilization necessary — just treat it like a sprain (like I already was doing). It won’t reattach or need to reattach. But the tenderness and swelling still continues some today, so between the inconsistent training and now this injury, I’m going to have to call off the race.
Maybe next year. (I did run the inaugural race last year.)
And yes, I really am bummed about not being able to do it. But to run another day (and play basketball this winter), I need to let the ankle heal. 13.1 miles would not give the ankle the “break” it needs. rim shot
