|I hate you, hate you, HATE|
YOU!!! and your partner,
I went to the doctor on Thursday, and she said I have "medial tibial stress syndrome," which if I'm not careful will develop into a "medial tibial stress reaction," which left untreated will turn into a stress fracture. I believe if I read between the lines well enough that all of these big words translate to "you are a baby who can't handle shin splints."
She ordered two weeks off of running (but I can elliptical - for what it's worth, ha ha - and bike) with PT two times a week so I can learn how to stretch and strengthen. She was trying to assess my range of motion and kept saying, "Your calves are SO tight! Seriously! Too tight!" (It was actually kind of funny, because she must have told me to relax three or four times. I was relaxed.) When she told me that I need to stretch, I said, "And I probably should lose some weight; I'm sure my weight's not helping." She looked sharply up and said, "Honestly, you need to stretch. Lose some weight if you want, but it won't make nearly the difference with this problem that stretching will."
I'm taking this hard. On one hand, I've never before had pain from running that stopped me, cold, and made me unable to run. And I've had two stress fractures, both of which I ran through. So it's a no-brainer to listen to her advice, obviously. On the other hand, the marathon is in 11 weeks. And I am running this marathon. Running - not walking, not limping. She did seem confident that I still could run the marathon. How glad am I now that I squeezed that 17 in two weekends ago?
When I left my apartment Saturday morning and the weather was perfect for running and the barricades were still up from the Percy Sutton 5k, I teared up. Honestly. These two weeks are going to be rough.
*Sort of. Wait for tomorrow.