Right now I should be halfway through a 17 mile run on the C&O Canal. I should be chatting with my pace group along the beautiful path with sweeping vistas of the Potomac River. Alas, I am on the couch. The stupid Sesamoid bone of my right foot has reared it’s ugly head again. Two years ago, I spent 12 weeks in a boot with this teensy weensy, very painful bone broken in a sliver.
With four weeks to go until MCM, I’m not taking the risk of further damage and pain. I have a full 20 under my belt and 21 total miles for Ragnar next weekend. I feel confident that I can finish the race. But it doesn’t change the mental game. The mental game of resting and injury.
The waiting. The guilt of watching runners go past on the trail in my backyard.
I have avoided the doc because I know he will say that a cortisone shot is the way to go. I’m just not confident about putting a needle into the teeny bone in the ball of my foot and the joint of my big toe. (Does the visual make you squeamish? Yeah, me too.) He told me last year that this bone is prone to re breaks and sesamoiditis is hard to cure. Great…..
So for now, I wait. Rest. Ice. Heat. Advil. Nice cushy shoes. And pray that healing will come, and quickly. 4 weeks.