Since making the ill-advised decision to run a 10k in like, a few weeks, I’ve put in 18 miles on my sad, out-of-shape, working-very-hard-for-a-sub-hour-10k legs. People, this is HUGE! (That’s what she said). Seriously though, this is an accomplishment of epic proportions for me–I haven’t made a conscious effort to get in any decent mileage for a really long time.
I hit a little snag on Tuesday, when, after a pump-your-fists HELL YES 5-miler I suddenly had a killer pain in the foot that I just so happened to have fractured a couple summers ago. Suspecting the worst, I proactively iced like crazy, skipped running the next day in favor of low-impact cardio, and booked an appointment with a fancypants sports medicine doctor. I saw him Friday, and after x-rays that showed nothing (which often happens with stress fractures) I was “strongly advised” to have an MRI done. An MRI that would take 60 MINUTES to figure out what the eff was going on with my foot. There was a decent chance that it was simply a tendon issue (and I have symptoms that outright suggested this) but dr. sports medicine still advised the MRI. Call me crazy, but I got an icky feeling about this. Just a few weeks ago I was run through the gamut of heart tests because my doctor detected an “innocent murmur” at my routine physical. I had something like 3 hours worth of tests done (and I won’t tell you how much this cost my insurance company) only to find out that it was simply an innocent murmur–and was absolutely nothing to worry about. I know I should be grateful that they found nothing–and I AM, I PROMISE, but were all the ridiculous tests really necessary? Was the 45 minute heart ultrasound essential when the EKG showed NOTHING to be alarmed about? Sometimes I wish I had gone to medical school just so I could call BS on doctors when they tell me the “best course of action.”
So anyways, I was kind of hating on the medical profession in general when this MRI recommendation fell into my lap, and I was more than skeptical of its necessity. Further contributing to my disinterest in going through with it was the fact that NO ONE could seem to determine whether or not it would be covered by my insurance. Don’t get me wrong, if this was a test that would tell me whether some lump was a tumor, I wouldn’t have hesitated–insurance or no. But a possibly unnecessary MRI? That might cost me $2,000? Not so interested.
I ended up foregoing the MRI in favor of a visit to a chiropractor who advised a few adjustments and new running shoes. Is it bad to take the opinion you just, um, like better? Doctor’s advice notwithstanding? Because I did. So, today I went out for another 5 and it was smooth sailing. A little achy-ness, but a vast improvement from before the chiro adjustment and the new shoes that were, much to my surprise, completely necessary. I’m still icing, a little wary, but overall satisfied with my decision.
So now I just have to deal with what I originally knew would be the biggest obstacle–the mental HOLY CRAP WHAT HAVE I DONE of running a 10k when you’ve never done it before. And that, my friends, is a challenge I’m willing to face head-on. I’m super scared about making it through, but the thought of just, you know, doing it, keeps me excited. I’ve never crossed a finish line before, and I’m very eager to experience it. I’m so nervous to do this silly race, but I know in the end it will be against no one but myself.
So tell me, the 5 or so of you that read this, have you ever done something that you’re super scared of? Why did you decide to do it? What got you through? I’d love to know that I’m not the only person who tests her limits just for fun.