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Sprained!

The doctor was rather surprised yesterday after he informed me that I sprained my ankle around mile three of the run in Texas. Normally when people hear "sprain" and "crutches" a huge smile and sigh of relief doesn't pop out of no where, but then again Triathletes are considered some of the most masochistic people to walk the Earth.
In all seriousness though, with pain like this I expected the worst, a stress fracture at the very least - those words literally send shivers down my spine. But, nope! All the X rays came back negative. But can I just say, I have some ATTRACTIVE looking shin bones.
A sprain isn't so bad and the crutches will probably give my shin and knee time to rest so I can be back in the game for Hopkington.. "tentatively speaking."
The Doc said technically I could even do without crutches, it'll just make the healing time a lot faster. So I guess I'll sacrifice being fully mobile for a bit if that means being able to run sooner. Crutches have made me truly appreciate the art of speed walking. Also, it's made me realize how many nice people actually live in Boston. I have not had to pick up anything or open a door in the past two days. I also got a $5 processing fee waived because I had to stand and wait.
I got my orthodics, too! They're MAD heavy and kind of uncomfortable, but that was expected, too. I swear, if this doesn't help I'm going to say screw it and race through the pain. Maybe I just wasn't meant to run comfortably?

This brings me back to the first time when I went to the physical therapist in STL. He evaluated me for 20 minutes- pulling and testing and re testing and prodding every inch of my legs, ankles and feet. Satisfied, he back sat in his chair, his eyes narrowed in as he analyzed my legs and thought back to his 8+ years of schooling and his 10+ years of field work. Then he asked me one question:
"So......do you...HAVE to run?"
I smiled my response.
Well...I don't know if I HAVE to run. But I'm not willing to find out. All I know is that I can't wait to get back to the Charles.


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