Advil Addict Comes Clean

Calf sprain with a good ol' fashioned stress fracture. That is my diagnosis. I know it is partly my fault when my leg was really bothering me the whole month of October, I continued to push it. I would just cut my running down to two to three times a week and increase the cross training. I would ice it, massage it, and stretch it. I felt like I was just getting this running thing right where I wanted it. So, I would pop Ibuprofen before I would go out for a run, after, and all times in between. Rita, will tell you that when she gave me 800mg Ibu pills it was like crack, I got all tingly on the inside. I just had to have it, where is the milk so I can pop this bad boy and have some relief. Nobody believes me, but becoming this Ibuprofen connoisseur of sorts I will let you in on my hypothesis. The 800mg Ibu dissolves in one big boom, not the same as four 200mg tablets.

A couple of weeks ago I came to the realization that running should not be all this pill popping, Ben Gay, elevation, ice, rinse & repeat ordeal. There has to be good days with a few rough ones, but all of mine got rougher and intolerable. I had this conversation with my gimp leg, please just hold out till the 5 miler on Thanksgiving, and I will take a solid month off let you regroup, and than we can start training for the Cleveland 1/2 in May. Deal?? No deal!! On the weekend of RWTS 5K and Tour de Donut, my leg let me know who is running this show.

So, here I am now with this knee high sexy boot, oh and the ever so hawt crutches that just remind me how uncoordinated I truly am. I spent all last week sitting around with my leg up, and coordinated just enough to make it to the fridge, and pantry several times a day.

I made up my mind while devouring my Dad's infamous lasagna that I could get through this by stuffing my sadness into whopping weight gain, and be back where I was 5 months ago or get back on the WeWa wagon after a week of craziness.

Today, I was back to journaling everything I put in my pie hole, which consisted of fruits, soup and things that will make me stronger, and most importantly make my scale move in the correct direction, DOWN. I also went to the gym, did upper body strength training and core work. If anybody has some good ab workouts, shoot em' my way. I thought I kicked my abs ass, if that makes any sense, but they are not sore. I want that muscle that is way under the fat, feel my wrath!

I will not take this injury with my leg up, getting fatter. I will do everything I can to come out of this stronger, Advil free, and lesson learned.