Back in the Saddle and Bucked Off the Horse

Well, my foot/ankle had been feeling better. I even wore heels to work Monday and Tuesday with no problem. So, as antsy as I was to get back to running, I decided to go out this morning and try to see how many times I could do the one-mile loop around my neighborhood.

Answer: One. Barely.

As I limped on back towards the house, I realized that I came back too early. I also realized anyone who knows me knew I would - I eat, sleep, breathe, obsess about running all day long, and to not run hurts about as bad as the injury. It felt soooooo good to be back out there, even if my foot was hurting. I was just happy to run, and I hated to see it end, but it had to.

I called three different orthopedists today - one didn't take my insurance (which is odd, as they were on their website), one booked me for May 27 (far too antsy for that), and the other for May 20. I started thinking about how most specialists hold their appointments for referrals, so I decided to start with my regular doc, hoping I can get sent to an ortho before the 20th. Maybe they have a great cure, maybe they have nothing, but I really think it's going to take someone telling me "Stay off of it for three weeks" to keep me out of my running shoes. I am that antsy.

And can you blame me? We registered for Vegas last night.