I had all kinds of streaks going, and this weekend killed all of them. Over the weekend, I got off-track with my tracking and broke my New Year's Resolution to track every day. I think that by getting almost through April, I beat most resolutions by a mile. I am starting again tonight.
I was on a streak of walking 10,000+ steps a day. I had been having some tenderness and pain in my leg and on Friday morning, it was getting worse. I did a short walk in the morning but otherwise did not worry too much about getting steps. I also took my wristband off for the opera and missed all my steps that evening, so I only got about 8,000. On Saturday, the leg was still bothering me, so we just went for a short bike ride, and I charged my band when we got back and forgot to put it back on, so I missed all the steps I got Saturday. We went to the Titanic exhibit and the Glass City Marathon Expo and I am sure I got lots of steps. I bought some new running shoes and a pair of compression sleeves at the expo. There were even more steps at my formal event. I really wish I had gotten a picture before I left for that, as I looked very glamorous in my unusually-high (for me) heels. I was encouraged that my leg was not hurting after the event, even though my feet were a little sore.
This morning, I was determined to get my streak started again so I decided that even though the back of my knee was feeling a little tender, I was going to go out and try my new running shoes and compression sleeves. I thought that my leg would loosen with an easy run.
Going for a short run to try out my new shoes and compression sleeves. May be the only runner in the Glass City not at the marathon.
— PerfectImperfect (@toledolefty) April 27, 2014
And that, dear readers, is where the streak I most wanted to keep going ended. I am no longer injury-free. About a minute or two into running, I felt a horrible pop right where the leg had been bothering me. I even thought I heard a pop, and I saw a flash of white light before my eyes, which was probably just pain. The pain stopped me in my tracks. I hobbled back to the car, which took me a long time because my left knee hurt every time I put weight on it.
I texted my husband and the massage therapist I have been seeing. Both said the same thing: Rest and ice. I briefly considered trying to swim tonight, but the massage therapist nixed the idea -- the whole idea seems silly, I know now.
I'm trying not to get too discouraged. I am resting today. Tomorrow, if I am still hurting (and I expect I will be), I am going to call the sports medicine doctor who saw me for my bone spur.