Well, the title says it all really! What a day.
So I had my ultrascan early this morning, 840, I had a drive of about 30 minutes and a friend kindly said I could park at his and walk to the hospital, a 10 minute stroll. A good plan.
I like being early for everything and especially for this as you can imagine! So last night I set the alarm for 630. That would give me lots of time for shower, breakfast, copious amounts of tea, etc. and I would leave about 715.
You know what it's like when you have to get up early. You toss and turn and keep looking at the clock, afraid you'll sleep in and miss that all important meeting/ flight/appointment. That's what happened last night. Eventually, when I looked at the clock and it said 615 I thought I might as well get up. I was showered, dressed and about to go downstairs for breakfast when my hubby stirred. "Why are you up so early?". I said "I'm only 15 minutes earlier". Hubby said " it's half five!" No, no,no. When I looked closer at the clock it did say 530 and not 6 bloody 30.
So I went back to bed for an hour. Well you would, wouldn't you?
Roll on 715. I kiss hubby goodbye and .... "Where are the car keys?". Can't find them anywhere. Hubby is helping me look (he's naked). It's hilarious now but at the time we were a bit frantic. We can't find them anywhere but luckily find the spare key so I rush out and away I go.
Traffic is ok thank goodness. I'm making good time. But half way through the journey all of a sudden I feel the need to (ahem) search for a bathroom! It must have been the bean stir fry and 2 peaches I ate last night! Oh dear. Now we talk a lot here about running being mental as well as physical. Well let me tell you, for the rest of the journey I tried to forget the physical and let my mind keep my dignity in place! It was hard but I managed it!
Anyway, got to my friends, no need to go into detail, had a quick cuppa and walked off to the hospital.
Long, long story shorter now (if you're still reading this, well done). The ultrascan showed nothing. No injury, nothing wrong with the joints or tendons, a little edema but nothing! I then asked the consultant the most important question,
"Can I run?". And he said,
He said,
" yes but take it easy". I could have hugged him!
He said " six weeks isn't a long time in medical terms" ( I've had swelling for 6 weeks) to which I replied " it is if you're a runner!". He obviously isn't.
Because the scan showed nothing he gave me an x-Ray too, which showed nothing!
But I can run! I can run!
I'm now dying to get out there but we have family staying this weekend and maybe into Tuesday too so the earliest I'll be able to run is Tuesday or Wednesday. I will start off very slowly. Maybe do 5 minutes and see how my foot fares.
I have a follow up with the doctor on Tuesday to see what the next step is because clearly there is still a problem with my toes. So I'm still a medical mystery!
I did think of you all today and really appreciate your good wishes. I did feel the good vibes, so thank you for your support and understanding!
Will keep you posted on " the first run back".
Sorry this is so long but it really has been the longest day!
Longest run so far...
Japanese slow jogging in honour of Prof Tanaka (& my longest+furthest run to date)
Graduated after 7 months - the longest 9 weeks ever!
my \"longest\" run ever
Longest run - 8k-Blimey
