I ran yesterday, which messed up my schedule, so I needed to run again today to get back on track. Running every day didn’t used to be a problem, but since I’m slowly working my way back to normal, I’m only running every other day. For reasons, I switched out my insoles today, and the bottoms of both feet like they were getting pounded. I warmed up, I stretched, I kept going to see if it would work itself out, I stopped running and rested…and then I realized I was being really really dumb. The reason I’m in this recovery plan in the first place is because the bottom of my foot felt like it was getting pounded. So I stopped running, turned around and walked home, and you know what? It takes a much longer time to walk home than it does to run home. But it was the smarter thing to do.
Yesterday, the podiatrist seemed to think that the way he wrapped my foot would bring instant relief, even after I remove the wrap. He said I could even go for a test run that night. That was a bit too optimistic. I rode my bike out to a soft trail (cedar chips, no asphalt), locked up the bike, took three excruciating steps on the trail, turned around, and got right back on my bike. That was way worse than before. When not running, it didn’t hurt, so part of what he said was true.
I followed his directions. I bought supportive insoles for my shoes, wore my running shoes (with insoles) around the house all day (as instructed – no barefoot walking for me), put them on again first thing this morning, and then went for a walk. The first half of the walk was fine. Second half, painful. (Not debilitating, just not normal.)
So. I’m doing what the doctor said. I still feel pain, but not all the time. Do I need a follow-up? Do I need more time to rest it? Should I be biking? Swimming? Yoga? Nothing? If I can’t run when he thought I’d be able to, is something more serious going on? Can I work myself into a frenzy without the use of Google or WebMD to tell me I’m dying?
I’m scheduling a follow-up.
I saw a podiatrist today, and while discussing what is wrong with my foot, he referred to my deformity. Apparently, I am deformed. Really. (Mildly, but really.) The doctor pointed out (although I will be getting it checked out for real) that my right leg is longer than my left leg by enough (no measuring occurred), and that I have been overcompensating for it when I run (he can see by the callus pattern that I roll outwards on my left foot and inwards on my right), and that overcompensation finally caught up with me. The pain I’ve been feeling is a spasm. He taped up my foot to help relieve the spasm, and he says I can go back to running pretty much immediately, as long as I ease into it. If it still hurts by the end of this week, or if it changes how it hurts, I should come back, but there’s no sign of a stress fracture right now.
He also gave me a lift for my left shoe to help make up the difference, and I should wear supportive shoes (like my running shoes) or get supports to put in my other shoes (like my Chucks, which have ZERO support), and only wear shoes like that for the next 6-8 weeks. I should stay away from flats, sandals, flip-flops, slippers, and any other shoe without support until the spasm is all better. Oh, and I shouldn’t even wander the house barefoot, so I’ll be wearing supportive shoes ALL the time for a couple of months.
Blah. But treatable! So blah is okay. But now I’m all concerned about how I’ve never noticed I’m uneven. I have a regular doctor’s appointment in two and a half weeks, so I will be asking about that FOR SURE.
I never knew I looked this:
Either of these would be okay, though:
By Sunday afternoon, my foot didn’t hurt anymore (I didn’t run on it – that helped), so I bought the shoes I said I wasn’t going to buy. Then I took Monday off entirely (because my foot hurt while I was testing the shoes at the store) and biked Tuesday – still no running. Wednesday, my foot didn’t hurt all day, so I figured I’d test it out. It was not a good test. I didn’t even make it half a mile before I could feel the discomfort coming back, so I walked back home and called my new doctor (who I haven’t actually met yet – I have an appointment for late May). They have after-hours appointments with PAs, and they had one for that night at 6:45, so I went.
Inconclusive, of course, but the PA said he didn’t think it was a stress fracture (which was my worst case scenario, according to Google) because it doesn’t hurt ALL the time and I can stand on it without pain (after the pain from running has receded). Basically, I should use ibuprofen and see if it goes away. He said I could run if I can handle it, and if it doesn’t go away in another week or two, I should see a podiatrist and maybe get a bone scan.
Eugene is TrackTown, USA. I must run.
The house has been officially listed since Thursday morning. Which I just realized was only yesterday. Feels like forever ago. It’s been shown four times now – three yesterday evening (day 1 on the market) and once this afternoon (day 2). When our agent told us about the three showings yesterday, I was (still am) trying really hard not to get overly excited and be all “we’ll have a contract by the end of the day and we won’t even NEED to have an open house” while twirling around the kitchen. That’s not likely (the quick contract – the twirling is all too likely). Then when I come down from the over-optimisticness (and the dizziness), I go too far in the other direction. “We’ve had four showings already and no offers yet – NO ONE is going to want to buy our house.” I mean, come on. It’s been two days, and we’re not exactly in the middle of a housing boom. It’s too early for the doom and gloom. I need to find a calm, centered, serene middle ground where I can keep the house clean without obsessing over whether leaving the dog bowls out or not cleaning the windows again EVERY morning is driving potential buyers away.
Maybe I should go clean the windows again.
The open house is tomorrow. Cross your fingers!
My phone thinks I’m stupid. I use the swype keyboard, and it usually works great. The other day, though, I was trying to text John that I needed to download something, and autocorrect refused to recognize that what I was trying to type was the word “download”. It kept correcting it to “get”. “Get” totally worked in context, so I KNOW my phone understood what I was trying to type. Why not just correct it for me? Why dumb it down? Why hurt my feelings, phone? What’s that about?
I think I might be getting sick. I can’t tell yet if it’s just seasonal allergies, but since John just got over the flu, I’m a little nervous. My head is a little (not a lot) congested, my throat is sore enough to hurt when I swallow, the lymph nodes right under my jawline are swollen, and I think I had a fever for a little bit during the night – I woke up freezing and shivering and went scrambling for socks and warmer clothes and more blankets. Everything but the fever could mean allergies – that stuff happens to me every spring. And fall. And at random times throughout the rest of the year. I was planning on running today, but I think I’m not going to. We have a 5K with Jess in less than a week, but I gave up any hope of a good race a few weeks ago. Running today wouldn’t help that much, and a day of real rest might. So I’m going to do nothing. Almost nothing. I might go to the library with John. Maybe.
We live in a very safe area. I knew this already, but it was reinforced for me tonight. I went out to pick up dinner from Noodles & Company (mac and cheese with meatballs for John, Bangkok curry with shrimp for me), which is located in one of those new mixed-use shopping centers, with lots of apartments upstairs and lots of shops and restaurants downstairs. I parked right across from the place, went in, got ignored by the staff for a few minutes (for no reason I could tell – the place was completely empty), ordered our food, read my book while waiting, got the food, and left. I was in there for maybe 15 minutes. I walked outside and noticed my car immediately. “Why is that so unusual?” you may ask. “Surely you know where you parked, and since it was “right across from the place”, why wouldn’t you look right at it?” “Well,” I might answer, “it was dark and lots of people drive cars like mine, so shut up.” Most people, however, do NOT leave the driver’s side door open, even if it means the dome light will be on to welcome you in (which is what I saw immediately, by the by). I’ll admit to being a little hesitant as I got closer to the car. I mean, obviously I must have left the door open. I seriously doubt some car thief got into my car and then left it like that. But what if a crazy murderer had taken the opportunity to hide in my backseat? Well, again, the light was on, and I could see that there wasn’t anyone in the car. Couldn’t see into the back, though, so I checked the trunk, too. THEN I got in and went home. (Confession: I wasn’t that scared. There were lots of people around to hear me scream if I HAD found someone in the car.) The real question is this: how on EARTH did I get out of the car and not close the door? Usually, John gets on me because I slam it instead of closing it gently. And it wasn’t just ajar or not quite latched – it was OPEN. I can’t even blame this on the cold medicine. Today was my first unmedicated day since Friday. I should maybe just go to bed. After I eat the rice krispie treat I’m pretty sure I got for free. Maybe the guy felt bad for ignoring me.
Tonight we will discuss Before I Go to Sleep, which I enjoyed. I’m sure we’ll only spend about ten minutes talking about the book and the rest of the time chatting about schools and kids and teaching at schools and teaching kids. (Every single person there (except for me) is either a teacher, a mom, or both.) Not that I mind. They’re not boring. Here’s the only scary thing about tonight: they put me on the rotation. That means that in a few short months, I will have to host the book club. I’ll need to pick a book (I’ll accept suggestions!), but that’s not so scary. This is: all of these women (who live in very large, very nice houses) will be in MY little house. And they will be judging me. I know they won’t be mean (certainly not to my face, and possibly not at all – they seem very nice), but still. Having a large group of strangers (practically) in my house is not anything like having a large group of friends over. So I’m a little nervous. Several months in advance.