Not a lot of action on the blog, mainly because there hasn’t been a lot of training on my end!
Turns out that the last time I went skiing, I did not sprain my ankle. No, no…there was no sprain. The leg itself was just broken. BROKEN. Uhg. First broken bone ever but at least I went down in a glorious yard sale of ski equipment. I had fun and I don’t regret it. What I do regret is not getting the x-rays completed sooner. It honestly probably got worse before it got better, but at least now I am relegated to a boot and am no longer in pain. No surgery will be required — just rest and relaxation. I guess there are seriously worse things that can be prescribed for me, right?
The last month has been pretty hectic, broken leg aside. With the team transfer at work, I’ve been working triple-time to get a lot of this work completed and out the door. I’m still underwater (story of my life!) but at least the end is near. My vacation officially started this weekend, and I’m feeling a lot more relaxed overall. I’m looking forward to my trip tomorrow and staying (relatively) off the grid for as much as possible.
Re-evaluating my Ironman plans for December. I’d really only be able to get 5 months of training in, but I need at least 6 or 7 to include base training. Another year, another Ironman goal down the drain. I know that I have a lifetime ahead of me, but I’m really tired of this goal getting punted because of these unforeseen circumstances. Last year it was a lot of health issues as well. Maybe this year I can be a little more mindful of how my bones can break so that next year, I can train for something fun — like Coeur d’Alene, Whistler, or something.
If all else fails — which I think we’re getting to that point — I will always have the Rock ‘n Roll Lisbon in October. If my fracture heals by the time my doctor says it will, I will have *exactly* 16 weeks to train for it. Even that is cutting it a bit close since I will be essentially starting from scratch. Also not sure about the Grand Canyon rim-to-rim hike for late August/early September but I think I will be able to manage it physically. It’ll just depend on getting the right amount of time off of work.
I’m getting cabin fever. I really miss the days where I could just get changed, lace up my running shoes, and head out the door for a 10-mile run. Springtime in Seattle means that I see all of these people training for the Seattle Rock n Roll this June. Wish I could be one of them. I guess I could walk it again like last year but it’s just not the same.
And now, I’m going to catch up on all of my Runners World magazines and take an angry nap. Because broken legs.
Amara in Training 