I haven’t been blogging much lately because without running, I don’t have much to say. I mean I could tell you all the mundane details of the daily life as a stay at home mom of an almost 3 year old, but that might get boring. One funny anecdote, I’ll give you is this – last night when hubby got home from work, he noted that I was especially talkative. That was the moment I realized I hadn’t talked to an adult all day, except for the check out lady at the grocery store. My husband found this quite humorous.
I’ve still been going to the chiropractor twice a week to help with my ankle. It’s gotten a tiny bit better but I still have soreness on the inside of my ankle that refuses to quit. I’ve been keeping up with walking – with my little man in the stroller for extra resistance plus lots of entertainment of course. I’ve tried running a handful of times while on my walks. By tried, I mean I literally tried to run for like 5-10 seconds and the pain came on pretty strongly. Stupid ankle.
I’m fine with not running for the rest of my pregnancy. I’m not happy about it, but I’ll survive. I’d like to at least start fantasizing about races next year, but I can’t. What if this injury sticks around into 2013? I might lose my mind if that happens. It’s hard not to feel so pessimistic when I’ve had this thing for so many months now – not that I did myself any favors by ignoring it and continuing to run for several of those months.
I should probably stop googling “posterior tibial tendonitis and running” like every single day. I’m not liking what I find. I keep reading stories of people that have had this for months, and worse – people who have had it for YEARS. Ugh. I never felt even the slightest twinge from this tendon before this injury came on. Whyyyyyy does it have to be so persistent now?
Okay, I’ll stop whining now.
This weekend, we took Zain apple picking. We’ve gone every year since he was born (and every year before that too), but I’d say this the first year that he really enjoyed it. He loved picking apples and putting them in his bag. He did keep remarking that his bag was heavy, but when we offered to carry it for him, he’d say “No, I got it!” Too cute.
Yesterday, I made applesauce with a bunch of our apples. I’m usually not a fan of applesauce, but homemade applesauce is awesome.
Happy running to all of you non-injured runners out that that I’m insanely jealous of!