So in a terrifying, death defying dance floor accident, I’ve broken my toe. On the day before I was planning to run a half marathon.
Well that might be a slight exaggeration. I was on the dance floor, when somebody trod on my foot in a very high heel. And I think I have a broken toe. Actually, I would put money on it.
Today was supposed to be the culmination of 16 weeks training to run a half marathon distance. Due to my work schedule, I haven’t been able to participate in any organised half marathons this year, so I had planned to go it alone. My planning had been meticulous. I planned a course (hilly because I can’t get enough hills), made my favourite energy bars, and packed my favourite running gear. As we were at a wedding the night before, and staying over, I had planned it to the letter. I didn’t drink (well maybe a little), had a LOT of water, and ate really well.
What I didn’t foresee was the hazards of the dance floor.
Although being trod on hurt like hell at the time, I thought, ‘I’ll be okay in the morning, no worries.’ So this morning I laced up my shoes to discover that standing was fine, walking was not. In fact it was very, very painful. No running for me then.
I got cross, I got frustrated, I got annoyed at myself for not being more careful. What did that achieve? Nothing. Then I got upset that I might not be able to run at all until it heals. What did that achieve? Nothing.
After wallowing in my own self-pity for a few hours, I realised that i just needed to get on with things. I started to think about other ways to keep my fitness up while off running, and research how to get back into it.
My first decision was to dust off my bike. I don’t think I’ve ridden it for a few years, so I’ll need to check the tyres and give it a service. That will keep my general fitness up hopefully.
In terms of running, I headed home and immediately chose two events to do , one 5km in December to get back into the swing of things slowly, and a half marathon in April. I’m hoping having some concrete goals will allow me to give it the time it needs to recover, while still staying focused.
I’m terrified of losing the will to run. Running has gotten me through some tough times and until now I’ve been injury free. It has taught me so much about myself. I can’t imagine life without it. But like those gruelling long runs have taught me, all you can do is push through, do what needs to be done and get back into it when I can.
Just like Ginger Rogers and Fred Astaire sang, ‘dust yourself off, pick yourself up and start all over again‘.