UPMC’s Center for Sports Medicine was my destination last week…to finally put a name on this nagging foot pain. Yes, I should have gone earlier, but I am a fine mix of denial and stubbornness. Thanks Mom.
I find it ironic, and motivating, that the path that runs near the facility has been the recipient of many of my footsteps on my long runs. When I had to do 10-11 miles in my training, I’d often run from my home to the Birmingham Bridge, into the South Side, down near the Hot Metal Bridge, and then go back. I actually really love running bridges, as evidenced by one of my favorite running photos during my very first marathon (here I am on the Birmingham Bridge!)
As I got closer to the facility, I felt anger. Anger with myself, for waiting so long; anger with my body, for getting injured; anger that I might not be able to run long distances again.
The doctor was kind – he is also a runner and could empathize with my frustration, my inability to run. He ordered a MRI that I will receive tomorrow morning.
The best and worst thing that could happen to me is that they don’t see anything. I definitely feel pain, but the human body is daunting when trying to identify issues, especially those of runners. I’m not about to pay $$$ for them to see nothing. So what did I do today?
Ran inclines on the treadmill. I could only go to 2.25 miles (where I’ve been maxing out before pain.) It’s definitely tender now, so hopefully I’ve provoked the beast.
In getting ready, I had to take off my college ring. (It’s bent and misshapen and I was worried I wouldn’t be able to get it off when I needed to!) And tomorrow I’ll have to take off my silicone Proverbs 31 bracelet. Those of you who know me know I love to fidget, especially when stressed. No fidgeting for anxious Corinne tomorrow.