I’m not going to sugar coat this, being injured sucks. I’ve been trying really hard not to focus on what I’m missing out on but sometimes that can be hard.
Having said that, pre injury I hadn’t signed up for any races (minus pacing Bluenose 10k). With lots of races starting here this weekend, I’ve got some serious FOMO. Even seeing someone run while I’m driving makes me sad I’m not running.
Now having said all that, I’m doing really well with this recovery. I’m progressing way faster then I expected and seeing really good results because I’m working hard at what my physiotherapists has given me to do.
I’m getting tired of the doing the same exercises three times a day but they are making me stronger. Basically, I heat up my calf muscle, do band exercises, then various double calf raises followed by 20 minutes on my bike (once a day) which is on a trainer in my basement. After that I do my balance exercises to strengthen my ankle (to support my calf muscle).
I was told I had a Grade 2 Sprain in my calf muscle which was extremely painful for about 2 weeks. It’s been 3 and a half weeks since I got injured and I’m now able to drive. Not driving sucked more then not running.
I can now walk up and down stairs without pain, something I wasn’t sure would happen for a few more weeks. So that’s really great too. I’m thankful that I can get on my bike but eager to start running again. Running will have to wait until my PT gives me the a-okay.
So, that’s where I am at. It’s also Mother’s Day today and I’ve been spoiled with home made cards and gifts, swim lessons (not me) and a big breakfast. I’m looking forward to some time with my family today and maybe a little run…..just kidding, but a ride on my bike later today.
I’m just going to jump right into this one (not literally though)…I’m injured. It’s been a long time since I’ve been on the injured list and boy am I thankful for all those uninjured months. Sometimes it takes an injury to really appreciate what your body will allow you to do. I’ll back it up a bit and share what happened.
I was playing soccer a week ago (yeah, another soccer injury) and we were about 45 minutes into the game and I stepped with my left leg and felt and heard a POP in my left calf with instant pain. I hobbled off the field and everyone thought I got a charlie-horse. You know, those painful cramps in your calf muscle that EVERYONE dreads. And they are even worse when pregnant (talking from experience years back…not pregnant now). No, it wasn’t a charlie-horse. So, I sat on the bench the furthest away from my team’s bench because I couldn’t even walk. Eventually, I got some ice on it and was chauffeured off to the hospital by a team mate (and her family). So thankful for nice people out there.
I arrived at the hospital after 11 pm as it was a 10 pm soccer game and waited for hours. It wasn’t life threatening, so you gotta wait your turn, right. Eventually I saw the ER doctor who said I tore my left calf muscle. I can’t say I was a happy camper at that time but that was my new reality. The worst part – I couldn’t drive my car which is a standard for 4 weeks. And yeah, no running/soccer/yoga for 6-8 while it recovers with physio.
Note – this was Thursday night of Easter weekend…..so nothing is open. Certainly, not my physio guy. I took a cab home because I couldn’t drive my car and my husband was home with our girls….sleeping. No need to wake kids up at 4 am to go pick Mom up at the hospital. I crawled into bed, waking my husband and told him that we’d have to put off our planned weekend run together for a while.
Since I couldn’t drive, my husband has had to run around for me: picking up my car, crutches, groceries (which isn’t unusual) etc. Friday and Saturday were a bit of a right off and I became one with my crutches. Sunday rolled around and we had Easter dinner with my family in the city which was great.
It’s been a challenging few days as I can’t drive myself to work or for work meetings. Nor, can I get the girls from the sitters or to their soccer practices etc. I kinda feel helpless in the family department. And, 3 out of 4 of us are sick with a head cold in our house. We all just kinda feel like shit.
Enter good news: I got into physio Tuesday morning and my amazing neighbour drove me there and I cabbed it back. After a second physio session on Thursday (a friend drove me there AND back!), my physiotherapist determined I have a grade 2 sprain which is WAY better then a torn muscle. Agreed! I’m walking with the aid of crutches now and can ditch them by Monday! As for driving my car….it might be a while off.
I know all you runners are thinking…..it’s time to give up playing soccer as you get too injured playing it. I’ve actually had a few people tell me that to my face. (Which is really frustrating). Sure, I can get injured playing soccer, running or heck – cycling on the road or walking down the trail – but I’m not about to give them up because I get injured everyone once in a while.
So no….I don’t regret playing the sport I love the most. I am disappointed that this injury has other plans for me right now. And, that it won’t allow me to be a pace bunny at Bluenose this year (I was the 1:20 -10k bunny). This injury has definitely given me a greater appreciation for when I’m healthy and strong to not be lazy and waste my time doing nothing.
Life’s too short to not enjoy playing soccer, running in a race, hiking a trail or trying to break my fear of riding next to cars on the main road in town.
Has anyone ever told you to stop playing the sport you love the most?
Anyone else on the injured list right now?
What’s your favourite non-weight bearing workout to do at home?
I used to love running hills. Sometimes even repeating them over and over again.
That’s not my current mood. However, running is hard for me right now. I struggle to run 5k. True story! No pun intended but running has its ups and downs and I’m feeling more in the downs lately. That’s okay, as I know if I keep at it those hills will get easier and I might enjoy them again.
While in Halifax last night, I decided to go for a run since I had the time. Well, if you know downtown Halifax, is that it’s ALL hills. I literally started my run on a massive hill. This might have been a bad idea but ah well.
I was secretly thankful for traffic light stops and took the time to catch my breath. Clearly, I needed the break.
I had no plan to my run but was hoping I’d survived 5k around town. I saw so many runners out and ran though a group of runners. Not going to lie I felt intimidated, especially as I ran in the opposite direction of most runners I saw. Was I running he wrong way? Nah, I was just running my way.
I ran up Citadel Hill and thought I’d die at the top. Then on e up top, I ran around it and then back down. I wasn’t keeping track of my km and hit 5k and was finally feeling good (after all those hills). I decided to run a little further away from my hotel and then back towards it to finish off for 7k.
My route took me all over. Many roads I’ve run before during Bluenose Marathon (5k,10k, 1/2, kids run) so they weren’t a surprise to me, I fact I probably chose them since I’ve run them before.
Running is hard sometimes. Hills aren’t fun sometimes. But, you keep moving forward anyway.
After four weeks not not running, minus a handful of soccer games, I went for a run. And it felt great!
We’re on March Break so I’m off with my kids all week. We also haven’t had much on the go the past few weekends so we’ve been able to wake up and just go wherever the day takes us. The has allowed for some fun adventures but also some headaches of kids fighting with each other and not listening very well….you know kids being kids.
Anyway, Monday was a rather frustrating day in which we did nothing because, well…you can’t reward bad behaviour with fun adventures. At least we can’t. There’s a line and it was pushed a bit too much so my girls missed out on some fun things. However, it just left me frustrated and deflated.
After dinner my husband said “you should go for a run” but i want having any of that. I haven’t run in four weeks, I felt deflated, frustrated, sad we missed out on family fun time, bummed. Running want what I wanted to do (but clearly I needed a run). The girls were just out of the bath and I blurted out “I’m going to go for a run”.
Shut, I said it out loud and my husband heard me. Shit. He heard me and said that’s a great idea…go. Shit, now I had to…but also wanted to. As I got ready, Carmacks or dog saw my running pants and started getting excited. I had wanted to run alone so I ignored him. As he sat there staring at me, I gave in and said he could join me. Talk about a happy dog!!!
We left the house and ran our normal route where I barely have to tell him “Gee” (right) or “Haw” (left). As we cruised into the first km I saw 6:12, woah boy we are running fast.
Carmacks makes me run way faster than I think I can. He pushed me when I won’t push myself. He knows just what I need during a run when I dont.
We ran 5k in 30:27 which is rather fast for me especially since I haven’t been running. I totally lost my interest in running over the last few weeks but hopefully got it kicked started again.
Yes, I’ve been skiing (oh my guads), playing soccer (sprint, recover, sprint, recover), going to yoga (happy muscles) and skating (tired calf muscles) but running is a whole other workout. I also threw in some glute and ab exercises while I was stretching because I need to strengthen those to avoid some part injuries. I hurt yesterday all over, Haha!!
Sometimes you need a bad day to kick start something else. So thankful I got out for a run with Carmacks and looking forward to my next run. We are off skiing today….its officially spring so why not!
Confession – I don’t remember the last time I ran outside. I literally, had to look it up on Garmin Connect just. It was February 10th.
So, its only been two weeks since my last run, that doesn’t seem too bad. It was a shitty run, that’s why I don’t care to remember it. Before the 10th, I ran with Carmacks on the 3rd. Though not an awesome run, it was better than my last run, as I ran with him.
We’ve been skiing a little bit, skating this past weekend on a local outdoor rink and I’ve had a few soccer games here and there.
And yes, I count soccer towards my running mileage because I AM RUNNING. Sprint, recover, sprint, recover, jog, walk, sprint, recovery over and over again for 60 minutes. I’ve been getting between 5.3 km and 6 km during one-60 minute soccer game.
Even though I’m not running outside right now, I love playing soccer, skiing and skating with my kids. I’d much rather do an activity with my family, then on my own. Don’t get me wrong, I love a good solo run or soccer game where I can get lost for an hour.
This time last year I had already racked up some big mileage on my bike….not this year and that’s okay too.
I have no spring races planned and I have no clue why I haven’t registered or sorted out a training plan yet. I guess it will happen when it happens.