Yesterday I found out why my tendonitis is taking so long to get better and the reason is that my Achilles tendon came a little bit detached from the bone. The inflammation in my calf muscles has healed nicely through massage and Tecar, but the tendon needs more time and there is a largish area underneath the tendon where it is supposed to be attached that did not look right in the ultrasound either. It is nothing serious and should heal perfectly if I stay off it and continue PT. The doctor recommended ten more days of rest, but real rest: no more riding my bike and I am supposed to use crutches, and maybe then if it feels good I can try to run on it just a little and see how it goes.
At least I know what it is now and why it was taking so long to heal, and it is a relief that it will eventually resolve itself. That said, I had very high expectations for Barcelona and the disappointment still stings. Yes, there will be other marathons, but it’s hard to let go of this one after having visualized it countless times during long runs and fartleks and sprints at the track. While it is easy to lose the fitness level I had achieved in months of physical training, it takes much longer and much more effort to push aside the mental preparation. I am sad to let it go. And I wish PT didn’t cost so much, and I hate having to use the crutches, but it hurts more to limp around. I hate not being able to run down the stairs or ride my bike and I dread the moment when I have to get out of bed in the morning and put some weight on my foot, because that is the most painful moment of the day.
And now I’m done complaining! The boys and I have a big, exciting weekend ahead, and work is going great, and I am allowed to swim as much as I want, every day even, if I can find the time. I don’t limp in the water and my technique is improving. I can finally turn around at the wall with a little underwater flip! It’s not the same as running, but in the water I feel more graceful than I do on land and it washes away some of the disappointment.