I can run again! After spending six weeks of Missoula's painfully short summer in one of those ugly walking shoe things (does anyone know what they're actually called?), my shoes match again.
So, this is how it played out: in mid-June, I hurt my foot. I went to the doctor and they told me it was a stress fracture. Sweet! So, while I could kayak and take short walks, hiking, running, and pretty much anything that required the use of two working feet were out of the question.
After six weeks of not running, I went back to the doctor and he told me I could start again, but only for 15 minutes at a time and only if I alternated running and walking. My last good long run was 22 miles and took a lot longer than 15 minutes. But whatever, I no longer had to say, "Hey Sam, have you seen my left ballet flat? No, I don't need the right one."
I ran one mile for the first time and felt completely out of shape. A few days later, I did two miles. It took almost twice as long as normal, but I was grateful.
A few days after that, I pinched a nerve in my right hip. It sort of feels like being electrocuted, but with fire, if that makes sense. And then I got food poisoning. So, for a solid week, I laid on an ice pack, took pills for the inflammation, and got sick a lot. I have this theory that my body was rebelling against its impending jump into the next decade by falling apart.
Now that we're midway through August, I'm feeling like a person again. Despite a sometimes shaky summer, it was a good one. My best friend in the whole world, Tami, came to visit. I learned how to paddleboard and kayak, I found a beer I actually like, and I learned that I really truly love running. It's my outlet and I was a mess without it.
I have physical therapy to do and I'm taking it slow. I can run/walk two miles and I'm working up to doing that three days a week. I've also added in cross training because I've read that it can help with injury prevention. And, much more slowly, I'm working on nutrition.
I have no races on the horizon and I'm looking forward to some nice autumn running. But come spring, I'll have my racing shoes on.