Wishing, and Hoping, and Thinking, and Praying…

I can’t believe the weekend is nearly done. Where has the time gone?

Yesterday (Saturday), was a pretty lazy day. Well, the first half was, anyway. In the afternoon I went to the grocery store with a list in hand to get the ingredients for some kick-@$$ Paleo burgers with portobello mushrooms for buns. I also picked up all the ingredients for paleo mayo, which in turn helped make paleo ranch dressing, but I didn’t actually make that until today. Thank you to Nom Nom Paleo for putting the recipes in her cookbook. 🙂

But enough about cooking for a moment.

Can I just say, I am stupendously excited to go to the podiatrist tomorrow? That sounds a little ridiculous, I know. But, after being told 3 weeks ago that I was not allowed to do any impact exercises due to tendinitis in my right foot, I am wishing/hoping/thinking/praying that she will give me the go-ahead to start doing light-impact exercises (i.e. ArcTrainer, elliptical, yoga, etc).

Which brings me to another point…if you have a sports-related injury, I cannot even begin to tell you how important it is to see a sports medicine specialist. The podiatrist I’m seeing tomorrow is not the first podiatrist I am seeing for this injury. She is actually a second opinion. The first podiatrist I went and saw I found off of my health provider’s website. After a 3 second evaluation, (no X-rays or even looking at how I stood on my feet) the first podiatrist told me that I probably just bruised a metatarsal, to take it easy for a week or two and I should be fine.

I was still in quite a bit of pain after a week, so at the recommendation of a friend, and urging of my personal trainer, I gave a different office a call (who specializes in sports-related podiatry). I got in to see one of them by the end of the week and this podiatrist said after a very lengthy exam complete with X-rays, walking tests and stand on tip-toes, it was definitely tendinitis. She also said that had I exhibited any more pain that what I was in, she would have put me in a boot to completely immobilize the foot– no questions asked. She also put me on a prescription-strength NSAID for two weeks, told me I could only wear my running shoes–even while roaming around my apartment–and gave me instructions to see her in 3 weeks (tomorrow).

I am so.glad. I went with a second opinion–and a sports medicine podiatrist, at that.

Truth of the matter is, in my gut I knew the first podiatrist really didn’t have a clue. My instincts told me to find a second opinion and I’m glad that a friend had a recommendation on who to see.

I miss running. I miss the endorphins (I really miss the endorphins). I miss the definition in my legs (I can tell my calve muscles have atrophied a little bit. le sigh). I miss pushing myself to the limit that can only be felt with running. And I feel like with every day I’m not running, my goal of the Army 10 miler in October is slipping further and further away. And my 10k in May. Heck, even the 5k I was hoping to do in April. I’m determined to do it. Very determined. But my body needs to allow me to do it.

Here’s to hoping it all goes well!