I’ve been paranoid lately when it comes to the marathon. I’m injury prone, and VERY clumsy (yes, I trip on non-existent things), so now that we’re 2.5 weeks away from the Chicago Marathon, I keep thinking of ways I could be spraining my ankle, hurting my knees, and the what-not. “Oh, I should start biking to work again before the season is over! — But what if I fall? I’ll do it after the marathon…”
Even yesterday running in the dark at the end of my run, I asked to walk a few times when the car headlights coming up GW Parkway would blind me and I couldn’t see a thing on the Mt Vernon Trail. Plus, I had felt sick all day, so I took it easy, and walked a lot (sorry Kathy, for taking you down with me!).
So our run ended and Karl was still nowhere to be seen — he’s pretty good at keeping in check of his time, and usually zooms past me towards the last quarter mile of the run.
This time, 15 minutes went by and no signs of him. I started to get worried, since neither of us runs with our cellphones, so I got up to walk back to the trail to try to find him. Just then, I see someone limping up from the last tunnel.
It was Karl.
He felt a sharp pain on top of his foot at mile 5, right when he was ready to turn around and had to limp back to the start for 5 miles. He was groaning all night, and we iced his foot, put on my hot pink compression socks on him (since he only has leg sleeves), and hoped for the best. He emailed work that he was going to take the day off to try to go to the doctor. He said it felt like a sprain. A sprain might not too bad — I have definitely healed from sprains in a couple of weeks.
This morning he was still in a lot of pain — I have never seen him react like this to an injury before (he usually one of those that works through it), so I reminded him to go to the doctor then stay home and REST. No cleaning around the house or keeping himself busy.
This morning, he drove to the doctor (per my advice: don’t try to make an appointment, they’ll tell you they’re full. Show up and say you’ll wait until they have time to see you, it may take all day, but they will fit you in). Anyway, they saw him quite quickly, actually, within an hour of his arrival.
The fracture on his metatarsal was bad enough that even he could tell by looking at the x-ray. He might make it to Chicago, he might not. Right now, it’s looking like he’ll be a spectator instead.
After training through this grueling summer for months and being READY to run his first marathon, he’ll be watching it from the sidelines.
I have no idea if I can run this thing without him. Our plan was to cross the finish line hand in hand. I know I can do it with him, but I haven’t run a long-distance race by myself in a long time. 5 hours is too long to try to make it on my own, without giving up and walking. I don’t even know if I can get through the solo 20 miler this weekend (which I’ll have company for the first half, but it’s always hardest on the second half, no?).
I miss my favorite running buddy already, and I have yet to run without him. Wish him luck. He trained too hard to have this marathon pulled off from him just 2 weeks before he gets a chance to run it.