Ask my family, especially the Gotta Run Husband, and they'll tell you I haven't been much fun to be around. Crabby, moody, frustrated, and injured without knowledge of what it is or how to fix it are a
recipe for disaster certain combination for arguments and a grumpy runner and family. After nearly a week of worry, pain, and no a little running I finally gave in and went to the doctor today. I really thought I might have a stress fracture the way my foot was not responding to rest, ice, and ibuprofen.
An X-ray of my foot revealed an old stress fracture (that I had no idea was even there!) of the third metatarsal, but no new stress fractures! I've never been so happy in all my life to hear the words "severe sprain." That was music to my ears, let me tell you! So, it's another injury that will keep me down for another few weeks (guess I'll get quite a bit of work done on my masters thesis project), but I'm still going to be able to run my half marathon in September!!!!!
However, this time I have the comfort of knowing I didn't do anything wrong. I simply have feet and ankles that were overused and need some strengthening.
So for now I'll work that core like crazy, cycle when I can, and read more academic journal articles than any one person should ever read on a single subject until I can run again.
Gotta Run. :) (Soon!)