The race started cool, I couldn't believe there was over 160 people there. Besides from about 10 or so people, everyone was nude. The thing that surprised me is that noone even acknowledges that fact. There was a group of guys discussing the economy with their penises within a length to use horse terminology.
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I don't know if it was because I was avoiding looking down, or what, but at one point maybe a mile and some change in I rolled my ankle. That kind of thing happens every other run for the most part so I didn't really give a shit. But this time it hurt a lot and I actually had to stop, looked down and saw the side of my ankle about the size of a softball.
I found I couldn't run on it and began my first ever injured walk of shame at a race. Compounded by the fact that I was more naked than a bag of kashi.
I walked 2 miles out on it since I was in the very back of the trail when it happened, in accordance to Murphy's Law. I actually felt okay at parts, but by the end, going around hills was torturous because the stress it placed on my ankle. By the time I got to my car, a solid hour later it hurt more from the swelling pushing against my shoe. I managed to drive three hours home using the cruise control as much as possible. I have a standard, so using my left foot wasn't really an option. I stopped at one point for gas and this turned out to be the shit tipping point. I couldn't place any weight on it at all because it had become so stiff and swollen and had to hop to the pump. Foreshadowing.
I was so spent by the time I got home and knew I could finally actually relax it and try to see what happened, I got really out of it and was kinda stumbling all over.
I gotta say, Kevin and Quinn were godsends. As soon as they saw me they got me to the couch and got me tea, water, ice, the whole nine yards. I was blown away, they are amazing.
My ankle by this time was at the peak swelling of the ankle, and bruising had started.
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The next morning, Sunday, I woke up feeling little pain and I could actually put my foot on the ground, which was an improvement.
You can see the swelling moved down to my upper foot and the color peaked on my ankle. However it just got more and more painful and stiff as the day progressed, and it was clear that hopping everywhere, with the recoil killing it each time was not gonna cut it so I went to the walk in center to get an xray and at least a boot or soft cast just to stop it from moving.I got lucky enough to injure myself the same weekend my sister was in town. She was staying with me because she is looking at apartments down in the area of her new teaching job. Woo!
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In the waiting room I took another picture cause it seriously looks like another foot has my shoe on. The swelling was all pretty much on my foot now, and the bruising was spreading that way.
I managed to impress all the nurses with my injury, and they all felt bad because they didn't realize my ankle was the complaint till I had hobbled like a cripple into the back and up on the chair.
The verdict: avulsion fracture. Essentially the rolling ankle ripped the ligament on the outside of my ankle away from the bone, taking part of the bone with it. Think of it like peeling a banana partway. That happened to the bone.
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Hopefully. That's actually the best case scenario, I'll find out if it's tore enough to require surgery when I visit the orthopedist. All the bruising and swelling was from internal bleeding at the injury. Same guy that took care of my hand last November, we are getting really familiar. They gave me a temporary fiberglass cast in the meantime.
You can see the swelling moved up to my front foot. The whole area covered with bandages was bruised. ie a lot of internal blood pooling.
Its now monday night. The swelling and coloration are poking our of the bandages at the toes. Which means it is still oozing, the my man Stephen will be in the office tomorrow to look at the xrays though, thank god.
I'm keeping this updated so just look here and stop texting me every damn minute people.
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UPDATE: wednesday june 27
The orthopedist says I tore all three ligaments connecting my fibula to the ankle bone, and one of them also tore off a piece of the fibula. But they are not severe tears and everything is still in line somehow, so I hopefully don't need surgery! Here is the furthest extent of the bleeding that caused all the bruising and swelling. Fair warning, this picture even makes me nervous.
I got a new brace.
Typing this up now, on wednesday, after just 12 hours of the new brace, (the old one was actually holding my ankle at an angle) and keeping my leg elevated more then I had been, my leg looks a lot better than that picture. The ankle and toes are still purple, and the foot is still swollen, but the colors and swelling in between has decreased.
I'll be sitting on my ass watching my muscles atrophy the next 6 weeks. I had so much planned too! Between the bike tour and possibly hiking the next week, a whole 2 months pretty much is shot. The rest of my summer is going to be summarized by the next week, going home to Utica for the week and sitting on my ass with my leg in the air.
Yea, I said it.
































