Yesterday's trip to the doctor was a little scary for me, I was worried about my ankle but I was also worried about actually telling my doctor how I hurt my ankle. You see, my doctor hasn't exactly been on board with my running. The last time I went to visit him he expressed some concern about the impact on my joints. I'm not exactly a small person...or even a normal sized person, I'm tall, I have a large bone structure and I'm overweight. He understands that I like running but he's been lobbying sometime for a lower impact way to drop some more weight before he can really condone my running habit.
So, when he asked yesterday how I hurt my ankle I had to tell him that I was running. Kudos to him for not giving me the stink eye right away. He listened to me and asked if I tripped or twisted it, I explained that it seemed normal for the first 6 miles (his eyes got wide) and it was the last 6 that it really started to bother me.
He incredulously asked, "You ran 12 miles?"
I replied, "Yes."
"Because I need to be ready to run 13.1 on Sunday."
Then he asked what I was running from, not in a "trying to get into the mind of a runner just to find out I have Daddy issues" kind of way. He honestly couldn't grasp why anyone would run 12 miles unless they were being chased by a rabid, man-eating squirrel.
After going over goals and reasons for running (so I can eat chocolate) he ordered some x rays and turns out my bones are just fine, he prescribed rest for the rest of the week and then if I'm feeling better I can run the half on Sunday. I had to promise to stop and walk if my ankle started hurting which is fine with me since I'm a total pansy.
I also contacted the shoe specialist that helped me at Luke's Locker in Houston and have made the arrangements to return the evil shoes when we go back next month. For now, I'm just lounging around, catching up on Tivo'd shows with a very cold, elevated ankle while obsessively check the weather for Tulsa this weekend (so far it's looking wonderful). Thanks for all the well wishes, it worked and of course, I'm sending them back to all the other poor runners out there that have been sidelined, a glass of wine and Gossip Girl will do wonders for you!