Remember how I told you not to call it a comeback? Yeah. Turns out I was right. As a few other people commented, it really can be hard to tell if you’re in pain or not when you’re coming back from an injury. Part of it is paranoia, part of it might be phantom pains, and part of it is because the muscles you’re used to using haven’t been used in awhile. During my run on Sunday, I wasn’t in pain per se, but something didn’t feel completely right. I didn’t want to admit it and I also enjoy lying to myself about many things in life, so I chose my favorite state of being – denial. I thought that it might just be that I hadn’t run for a month so I was tight and everything felt kind of weird, or that I was having phantom pains, and that maybe I was just being paranoid. I didn’t feel any lingering pain after the run, and my leg didn’t hurt the next day, so I declared myself cured and looked forward to (slowly) building my mileage back up.
Then I went running today.
It didn’t go so well.
I just wanted to do 3 measly miles. Well, I’m on the road for work, and as it so happens, the first half-mile was downhill on mostly concrete. I tried to run on the asphalt when I could, but the pounding and the damage was done. By the time I reached the path along the river I was planning on running on, that familiar pain was back. Again, I tried to convince myself that it was just tightness and muscle pain, so I stopped to stretch and I walked for a bit.
My leg is still broken.
If you need me, I’ll be over on Buzzfeed reading every single article that makes fun of Miley Cyrus in order to feel better about my life.