This is a tough one to write. Two days ago I had a bone scan and despite the fact that I do not have a degree in medicine, one glance at the scanning screen and there was no denying that something was clearly wrong. The right area of my sacrum was lit up bright like the sun while every other area of my body was dark (healthy). The technician looked at me and I looked at her and I breathed out a pathetic “I know.” A few hours later my doctor confirmed what I already knew…no running for 6-8 weeks. A tough pill to swallow for a girl who loves her run. A tough pill to swallow for a girl who had big dreams for May. A tough flipping pill to swallow.
Currently I am using crutches to keep the pressure off my lower back (location of the sacrum) My injury is on the right side. Every step with my right foot sends pain out of my back so the crutches have helped tremendously and hopefully will speed up the recovery. When I get lazy about using them, I pay for it a few minutes later. Hopefully the crutches thing will be short-lived. Maybe two weeks? After that I’ll be walking and I want to keep my right leg strong. It would be a nightmare to heal my back only to have more imbalances in my legs but the doctor assured me that this fear was unlikely. Our next move is to get a CT scan so that we can figure out if the spot is fractured or an inflammation so I’ll update you all once we know that. I am no longer cross training at all. It was doing more harm than good. Hopefully that will be temporary as well.
Monday was the only day I allowed myself to have a pity party. Currently the Mr. is deployed and when you are a Mom, the Mom job never stops. I love being a Submariners wife and mom to three but with an injury it’s overwhelming. I love running. It’s a part of me and to take that peaceful outlet away is hard. The pity-party was short lived though. I am not a princess ( no offense to my princess readers ) and the whole woe-is-me thing is immature and irritating. I had an amazing 2013, where I PRed in every distance. I haven’t had an injury in two years. My husband and kids are healthy. My running support system (family, coach, sponsors, & friends) are fantastic. I am grateful for those things. I will heal up from this and get back to work. Anything worth having is worth fighting for. That’s all there is to it.
Thank you all SO much for your support. I’ve gotten the best messages over the last 10 days and have really felt the love. It’s great to have friends that care so much and it’s great to have friends who tease me about my “booty break” and tell me to hurry up as I’m struggling with crutches, ha ha. Sometimes when life throws you punches, you can sulk for a quick minute, then you just have to smile while you fight hard to recover the situation. This girl is a fighter.
I really hope everyones training is going better than mine. I’m going to be vicariously living through all your runs the next 8 weeks!! Happy running!