Last Monday I went for a run (who am I kidding? More like a slow jog) I hadn’t been in a few weeks so I was quite pleased to be feeling pretty good. Just over a mile in it all changed. I stepped squarely on a rock which seemed to penetrate the bottom of my shoe as my weight came down on it. I felt a pop, thought I heard it as well, and I knew it wasn’t good. I was on the cross country course, back in the woods about three quarters of a mile. I did have my phone with me, but the reality of it was the best option was simply to walk to my car. So I began to hobble on out.
On the way I thought of many things, but mostly I kept thinking about how it is important to make the most of each day that we are living our lives. I had a little regret over the fact that I had missed a couple weeks of working out since I knew I would be waylaid for a while with this new injury. I thought about how easy it is to take basic functions for granted.
I went to the ER that night and they confirmed what I already knew. At the orthopod I was issued a boot and told partial weight bearing. That changes everything, from the big things-not going to watch my daughters cross country meet– to the small things– deciding whether or not to buy more coffee creamer seeing as it is at the very back of the store.
It’s been almost a week and I am doing okay. Very glad to be dealing with a relatively minor issue comparatively. And finding the good as well. As soon as I can I’ll be back out there again.
Category: Breast Cancer Wellness