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This past weekend, I saw photos of runners flooding my Facebook feed for Run the Bluegrass, the same half marathon I did 3 years ago.
When I saw those photos from this past weekend’s race, I couldn’t BELIEVE it’s been 3 years. These days post ankle surgery, I can’t go more than .50 of a mile without pain – and that’s while wearing my brace. It is really maddening. To know that I went from 13.1 miles to half a mile? And that it’s been over 3 years? Gah.
(It’s not as if I wasn’t proactive about trying to get it fixed. Here’s the whole saga of how I got to this point.)
I’m tired of having limited mobility. I’m tired of wondering how much my foot is going to hurt if I want to go to Keeneland (horse races) this weekend – just walking from the car to the grandstand, and then walking around from the paddock to the track. I shouldn’t have to worry about the pain if I take my dog for a walk. Not after this long, this much treatment, this many doctors, and this much money spent.
So, I’m going to see my 3rd physical therapist this week, the same day I have another follow up with my surgeon. I’m still icing, elevating, and stretching it, but it’s not getting better. I’m thankful for a trainer who modifies my program, but at this point I just want my everyday mobility back.
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