|Hold still; this won't hurt a bit.|
Me: What about yoga?
Doctor: Well, you could. . .no.
Me: Aqua jogging? I promise I won't touch the bottom of the pool.
Doctor: No. That will keep you from healing. In fact, that will lead to surgery.
Me: Can I run the Akron Marathon at the end of September?
Doctor: Oh God, no! That was never in the cards! You need WEEKS before you can even start PT. You won't even be able to think about running until November.
At that point I started fiddling with my boot so she couldn't see the tears in my eyes.
I realize that I have first-world problems. I do. I came home to my family basically telling me to Suck-it-up-Buttercup-and-take-care-of-us, and I just don't think I can today. Jesus, I've been trying to be a ray of sunshine for weeks now; I need a day to mourn.
1. I can't run the race I look forward to the most during the year, the Akron Half Marathon.
2. I already paid for my bib, so I lost my money.
3. I won't be able to run the Columbus Hot Chocolate, which is my only destination race.
4. Running was my stress therapy. I am having a difficult time keeping my head together. I have been miserable since I broke my foot. I don't know if I can continue like this for another two months.
I'm telling you this because people have been so kind, asking about my foot and wishing me well. I hope to be able to overcome this setback, but right now I see black clouds.