not broken...slightly "fractured." I went to the doctor yesterday and they took some x-ways. I have small chunk of bone floating around my ankle. They think that when I tore one of the ligaments, it pulled a little piece of bone off with it. Gross.
My ankle looks disgusting, I should post pictures. I have this great black and blue patterns across the entire left side of my left foot. It is also still pretty swollen and still hurts alot. I also over compensated when I dragged myself home yesterday and I managed to pull my hip-flexer on my "good" leg. This makes me crabby. Incredibly crabby.
grrr.
The presidential debate was incredibly boring...so scripted that I couldn't even watch. Their assessment of how to fix the "economic crisis" was incredibly dummed down. They speak to what the American people want to hear and what they will understand (pretty much nothing). People need to understand how the market works and what caused the crisis.
Frustrating.
Tuesday, October 07, 2008
Sunday, October 05, 2008
it's not so great to be so focused.
In January 2000, I was 15 and was looking forward to attending nationals for the first time. I had just qualified in the 200br via the US Open two months prior. My excitement translated into extreme focus in the pool. Christmas break for high school swimmers meant 2 weeks of intense doubles. It was where we conquered 20,000yd days and 6,000 IMs and whatever other crazy sets my coach could think up. I got sick over that break...but not sick enough to take a break. I kept swimming, staying focused on nationals. The "cold" never went away, it developed into a deep cough, and then a fever.
The rule at my house was, "If you're well enough to swim, you're well enough to go to school." (I suppose my parents knew how much I liked to swim.) When the fever arrived, I finally took a day off and slept on the couch for about 6 hrs. The next day, I woke up feeling much better and without a fever. I (of course) went to school, swam the entire workout and did dryland. The next day, the fever was back in full gear and my mom forced me to a doctor. "Pneumonia" the doctor announced...I had a severe case of pneumonia. "No swimming for at least two weeks" is all I heard. I cried, tickets were booked, nationals were in early March.
I have an incredible ability to remain focus and achieve my goals. However, I often do not know when to stop, or when I am pushing to hard. I get "tunnel vision." I am sitting here typing, with a servery sprained or fractured ankle. I initially rolled my ankle two Saturdays ago while on a run. It wasn't an awful sprain, it bruised a little and I walked with a slight limp. I took a day off on Sunday, ran 4 on Monday took another couple days off..biked excessively, and then ran another 7 on the following Sunday. It wasn't perfect but I could run without feeling any pain.
Monday I did 5 miles and then the following Tuesday, I decided to run down the dirt path in the middle of summitt ave. I re-rolled the ankle at about mile 3. I walked it off for a block and then finished run with another 3 and rolled the ankle again, right at the end of the run. I ran another 5 on Friday and thought things were back to normal. Saturday (yesterday) I did 10 and it felt great. I started limping a bit at the end, but it wasn't awful.
So today, my plan was to run another 10, so I could be sure to hit my planned 36 miles for the week. I was about 20 minutes into my run when I hit an acorn and went down hard. Really hard. I swore alot and then starting crying because it of how much it hurt. I was about 2.5 miles away from my house in the middle of the woods. I stood in the same spot for about 10 minutes trying to figure out what to do. I couldn't put any weight on the ankle. I considered crawling and then decided I just had to suck it up and started the limp/hop all the way home. Several people asked if I was ok (one lady even offered to carry me). It took me over an hour and a half to walk the 2.5 miles home. It was frustrating, I was in the woods, so even if I did call someone, they wouldn't be able to drive to where I was.
I am worried that the initial roll was really a hairline fracture, and this was the run that made it crack. I can not put any weight on my foot and have been literally crawling around my house for the last four hours. It is extremely black and blue and huge and throbbing.
Did I go to far? Should I let it rest longer? Obviously, the answer is yes and I am hating myself for it. I was too concerned about staying on track to hit 60 mpw in November. Stupid. Stupid!
I also just remembered I have viconen in my medicine cabinet! whohoo!
The rule at my house was, "If you're well enough to swim, you're well enough to go to school." (I suppose my parents knew how much I liked to swim.) When the fever arrived, I finally took a day off and slept on the couch for about 6 hrs. The next day, I woke up feeling much better and without a fever. I (of course) went to school, swam the entire workout and did dryland. The next day, the fever was back in full gear and my mom forced me to a doctor. "Pneumonia" the doctor announced...I had a severe case of pneumonia. "No swimming for at least two weeks" is all I heard. I cried, tickets were booked, nationals were in early March.
I have an incredible ability to remain focus and achieve my goals. However, I often do not know when to stop, or when I am pushing to hard. I get "tunnel vision." I am sitting here typing, with a servery sprained or fractured ankle. I initially rolled my ankle two Saturdays ago while on a run. It wasn't an awful sprain, it bruised a little and I walked with a slight limp. I took a day off on Sunday, ran 4 on Monday took another couple days off..biked excessively, and then ran another 7 on the following Sunday. It wasn't perfect but I could run without feeling any pain.
Monday I did 5 miles and then the following Tuesday, I decided to run down the dirt path in the middle of summitt ave. I re-rolled the ankle at about mile 3. I walked it off for a block and then finished run with another 3 and rolled the ankle again, right at the end of the run. I ran another 5 on Friday and thought things were back to normal. Saturday (yesterday) I did 10 and it felt great. I started limping a bit at the end, but it wasn't awful.
So today, my plan was to run another 10, so I could be sure to hit my planned 36 miles for the week. I was about 20 minutes into my run when I hit an acorn and went down hard. Really hard. I swore alot and then starting crying because it of how much it hurt. I was about 2.5 miles away from my house in the middle of the woods. I stood in the same spot for about 10 minutes trying to figure out what to do. I couldn't put any weight on the ankle. I considered crawling and then decided I just had to suck it up and started the limp/hop all the way home. Several people asked if I was ok (one lady even offered to carry me). It took me over an hour and a half to walk the 2.5 miles home. It was frustrating, I was in the woods, so even if I did call someone, they wouldn't be able to drive to where I was.
I am worried that the initial roll was really a hairline fracture, and this was the run that made it crack. I can not put any weight on my foot and have been literally crawling around my house for the last four hours. It is extremely black and blue and huge and throbbing.
Did I go to far? Should I let it rest longer? Obviously, the answer is yes and I am hating myself for it. I was too concerned about staying on track to hit 60 mpw in November. Stupid. Stupid!
I also just remembered I have viconen in my medicine cabinet! whohoo!
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