It's so frustrating to not be able to do what you want. Between the boot, cast, now another boot, I feel like I have completely become a couch potato. Now, I'm in physical therapy for 12 weeks (I have 8 more as of right now). At each twice per week session, I'm doing what should be easy exercises for my tendon, except they're not easy. Heel raises? Ridiculously difficult as other muscles are conditioned to help assist the weak/injured muscle to work. It's also come to my attention that I need to work on my posture. Not shocking as I've always been a sloucher, but I have realized how much better I will be able to heal by using good posture, spine alignment, and not rolling my left foot out.
Okay, so know this is a snooze-fest for you all – just wanted to share what I've been going through. I have been hesitant to say that the half-marathon was a mistake. It is exactly what I wanted at the time: a massive challenge that could make a statement about being physically able to do something many think you can't.
The problem is that I heard my body's warning signs and ignored them. I think my body was too heavy to handle the stress of the training and the event, and I should have been a little patient. For those who know me, you know that patience is NOT my strong suit! Am I still proud of accomplishing it? Yes. Do I think I could have avoided all of these months of injury and pain if I had waited to lose another 100 pounds? Perhaps.
When people ask how I hurt my foot, I usually say “I did a half marathon in April and hurt a tendon.” They almost always follow up with “So when you're healed, are you going to do another one?” For now, I'm going to say that I'll think about it in another 100 pounds.