6 days off
2 Weight lifting sessions
At the beginning of this week, I truly thought that I was on the road to recovery. For the first time in three weeks, I couldn't even feel my achilles during my normal day-to-day activities. As I read through my daily running log, the positivity is almost contagious and I smile thinking about how I was really trying to use positive energy to nip this injury in the bud. Things were going so well that I actually thought I could try for a run. Well, that didn't work out quite as I had hoped. After 1.3 miles of pure bliss and no feeling in the achilles, all went to hell. The tightness came back and I resorted to running a tiny bit more before walking.
At this point, all my positivity had run its course and now I was just wondering what the hell to do next. I made several appointments with my PT in Durham and my chiro in Charlotte. I bought a boot. I walked 10 miles in San Francisco. I still am not cross training. Most people think that I'm crazy for not doing any cross training, but I had a similar injury in 2005 back at Wake Forest, and I cross trained my ass off, but my achilles stayed swollen for those 8 weeks. Finally, the trainer shut me down completely, put me in a boot and we waited it out. After another 4-5 weeks, I was finally ready to start my comeback to running, albeit very slowly. I decided not to cross train in hopes that it would fast-track my healing so I would only be out for like 4-5 weeks instead of 12-13. At this rate, I don't know when I'll be back running.
Other noteworthy news this week include that I officially finished my MBA(!!!!!!!). The injury, combined with the fact that I didn't even get to give my classmates a high five in person, made me feel really sad about everything. First world problems, I know. But it was so anti-climatic to finish the Duke Cross Continent MBA program without my classmates close by to be like, damn we did it. After 18 months, 5 countries, 16 classes, 50,000 miles flown, 100 new friends, I should feel like I really accomplished something, but instead it just feels like I literally just put down a book I really liked. I feel like a part of my identity is gone. What to do with my extra time? I can't run, so I should I start doing Pure Barre? Where should I volunteer my time? Should I learn Spanish? Should I just start working overtime, because, well, why not? Who am I? Who do I want to be? How do I make friends in California? These are all the thoughts running through my head, and I hope I get some clarity in 2016.