These last couple of weeks weren't too bad, until Veteran's Day. I had the day "off", so I stayed home and worked at taming the dust bunnies and cob webs. I moved furniture, changed the curtains, washed walls, dusted, and vacuumed. etc. It was fabulous. Until Wednesday morning when I got out of bed. YOWZER! To say my foot was desperately unhappy is an understatement. Apparently climbing ladders and standing on my tiptoes to reach the high places was just a little too much. Since I am a slow learner, I made sure to do 2 miles on the dreadmill on Wednesday night and another 2.6 on Thursday. 'Cuz, ya' know, why not?
Well, last Friday was not a fun day. When I got up in the morning, I almost cried. Walking around usually helps to stretch things out and alleviates some of the initial discomfort. Not Friday. Friday was bad. I hobbled around work and was glad to get home. I decided to take it easy and just did a brisk 30 min walk instead of the 2 mile walk/intermittent run that I normally do. And then I took a break from the whole "I must do 2 miles a day" thing. The days following, I did a couple days of easy miles and then took a couple more days off.
Yesterday, I went to the doctor. And now I'm grounded. No more running. No more brisk walks. LOTS of stretching, icing and massaging. Plus the added JOY of a night splint (insert swear words here). I'm going to look on the positive side. With time (6-8 weeks) and strictly following the doctors orders, I should be able to walk pain free. I CAN do slow/easy walks on the dreadmill, but the pace has to be kept between 3.0-3.5. If I am a good girl and do everything right, when I go back to him in January there is a good chance I will be able to slowly reintroduce running into my life.
Overall, I'm kinda bummed out. I'm anxious to get better and I am concerned about the effect (or lack thereof) this is going to have on my weight loss goals. *Sigh*