And just like that, my training season is over, three weeks too early.
I broke my foot last night. I was wrestling alligators. No, wait, I was skydiving and landed on it wrong. No, let me start over: I spent the weekend in the mountains with Kathy Bates (thanks for that one, Will Sansbury). Good stories, right? The horrible truth is that I don’t have a good story to tell. I tripped in my own living room and heard a loud crack, which turned out to be my 5th metatarsal snapping in two. Surprisingly, ignoring it overnight and hoping for the best didn’t make it go away; I’ll spare you the photo of my foot, but I can assure you that you don’t ever want to hear your doctor exclaim, “Oh my god! That looks bad!” when she first sees the bruising.
I haven’t yet seen the orthopedist, but according to the attending doc at urgent care, my best case scenario is six weeks in a cast, during which time I can’t put any weight on it. No Nike Women’s half marathon on October 17, no Title 9k on November 7. I’ll be lucky if I can be racing again by January.
I’m crushed. Deeply, deeply crushed. I’ve never trained so hard or so long, and I’ve never seen such improvement in my physical abilities. By the time the six weeks are up, I’ll likely be starting from scratch, particularly on my right side.
But the thing that’s probably most difficult — emotionally, anyway — is feeling like I let Bob down. I was running in his memory, running to honor his life, and now the best that I can do is stand on the sidelines. It’s hard.
More than a few people have pointed out certain ironies to me. By making the wrong turns, I ran a half marathon yesterday, so at least I can say that I ran a half marathon in San Francisco this year. I also used the word “unexpected” in the title of my training post, and what could be more unexpected than going from a 13-mile run to being unable to walk in a span of less than 12 hours?
I want to thank everyone who supported me during this crazy training cycle: physically, mentally and yes, financially through your donations to the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society. You’ve all been wonderful. I’m grateful to each and every one of you, and words can’t possibly begin to express how much I appreciate it.