So I haven’t posted anything in quite a while. I try to wait until I really have something to write about as I know not many people are interested in the classic race report. There are a million of them, and eventually people will begin to just scroll by.
I’ll start off by saying the last few weeks have been very hard. We’ll pick this up with my race in Chengdu, China three weeks ago. I was coming off of Abu Dhabi and Mooloolaba, great learning experiences, but at the end of the day, poor performances for me. During the week leading up to Chengdu, I had a great run on Wednesday. Not breaking any records, but solid and comfortable. After the run my foot was sore. By nighttime it was difficult to walk. Having never had any pain in it before, I assued I just tweaked some soft tissue and it’d be fine. By Saturday, race day, it had gotten much better and I really didn’t feel a need to be too concerned.
I got ready to race and we were off. There was a long run out of the water and the foot felt fine. The bike went fine, and then about 800m into the run I felt something pop. Sure it was painful, but at that time you’re just so ready for pain. After a few strides it seemed to basically go away for the most part, so I figured I tweaked something but was fine. I soldiered on, and was closing well, only a few seconds behind 2nd until it all seemed to go away from me. All in all, I ended up in 19th, a disappointment for me.
My foot tightened up by nighttime until I couldn’t walk. Traveling back from China without really being able to walk was an awful experience, but you have to do what you have to do. In the few days I had to wait until seeing the doctor, it started to feel way better. I was feeling less and less concerned. I had a race coming up in Richmond where I’d also make a trip home, and I was confident I’d be going. It turns out the x-ray felt differently. I looked at it in amazement as my 3rd metatarsal had snapped pretty good. I guess that pop I felt running was in fact my bone snapping. I’m not sure about you, but that makes me a little queasy. The best course of action was to surgically repair it by moving it back into place and putting a plate on top. At this point the surgery was about a week and a half ago. Obviously it wasn’t fun. I woke up from it in pretty extreme pain and remember the doctor just injecting me with more pain meds. The next time I woke up a great friend who I really have to thank a lot, Paula Findlay, was there by the side of the bed. She took me home and really took care of me that night. Sometimes I feel really far from home, but then I’m reminded of some of the great people that I have around me. I have had a lot of support from friends and family here in Boulder and also back home. I’ve got a lot of help.
But back to how this all really sucks. Unfortunately, at my level, you don’t really have much money coming in. I lifeguard to try to get enough money to get by. Now I can’t do anything. The actual meaning that I can’t afford to be hurt. So now I’m just freaking out trying to figure out what to do. It’s also possible that I could miss the chance to qualify for U23 Worlds, the main goal of this season. So there are definitely a lot of hopeless feelings going on at this point. Not many good thoughts spiraling through my mind. Sometimes life gives you lemons, and you can make lemonade. Well, other times it just kicks you in the nuts, and there’s nothing you can do but try not to throw up. I wish it was nothing but a hurt foot, but it seems to affect everything, and it sure doesn’t feel good.