Wow, what a rough few weeks I have had. I had a strange pain in my lower left leg and I knew I needed to rest. So rest I did. A few days later I ran and it did not hurt while I was running at all. Perfect, the rest worked. Um, wrong. I woke up the next morning and my leg was sore when I walked. I knew something was not right. I did what any good runner can do, I rested, iced, and popped Advil like candy. It was still sore a few days later.
So I did what any obsessive, compulsive marathon runner does, I started Googling my symptoms. Well, I knew it was not good when TIBIAL STRESS FRACTURE seemed to fit all of my symptoms. I made an appointment to go to the doctor. Luckily, I got in the same day. The doctor did an x-ray, which showed nothing. He felt around with all of the muscles and I had no pain. He could find the "hot" spot, and yikes, it would hurt when he would press down. He suspected a stress fracture. I did too.
I had an MRI, which I thought was so cool that a machine can do that. I went in for my results today and well, Tibbie is not fractured. An answered prayer. I did have the beginning stages of a stress fracture, meaning, if I had not stopped running right away, I would have ended up with a fracture. Thank goodness I knew something was wrong.
What does this mean? Well, no running for six weeks. You might think I am handling this well, but trust me, I have cried several times. I am planning on using it as a good time to swim and ride my bike. I have been wanting to train for a triathlon and this might be my starting point. I ordered a lap swimming appropriate swim suit (I know, I am surprised too that the push-up Victoria's Secret swim suits I wear are not suitable for swimming laps). It should be here tomorrow. Monday is D Day, when I tuck my tail and head to the pool!