“Runners. All they wanna do is run.” The physical therapist next to me said to the one looking at photos of my running form. I told the one assigned to me that day (I had seen three different PTs in total) that I wasn’t willing to go back to regular running shoes and I hoped to be doing ultras at some point. “That’s my kind of lady!” he said. I felt a wave of relief.
When you tell non-runners you just completed a 20 mile training run, and that some day you want to run a race longer than a marathon, they lecture you about how bad it is for your body. Here I was, still unable to run on a broken foot, and a professional in the medical field was telling me that I could stick to my minimalist shoes, get back to the barefoots in January (when I could also start full on training again), and that ultra-running is great.
So when the PT told me that I had to spend the next three weeks doing walk-runs of 2-3 miles, I might have protested and asked a million questions about how far exactly I could run, and what was the least amount that I could walk in between those running spurts, but ultimately I abided. I may have chosen more secluded routes so that people wouldn’t see me walking, but I was running, putting on the clothes, breaking a sweat, and that was enough for a while.
Today marks the completion of three weeks. I’m now allowed to do 3-5 mile runs, without walking, until December, when I can start to build my mileage again. I’m a little nervous, if my foot gives me any trouble I have to start the 8 weeks again, but seeing as I haven’t felt any pain in weeks, I’m hopeful.
Armed with great exercises to reduce pronation (like balancing on one foot, which I do while I’m brushing my teeth) and some warm running gear, I’m ready to be a runner again. Wish me luck.