Apparently my feet weren't happy with my latest workout schedule.
There I was working out six days a week. Interval training on the treadmill, lifting weights and doing yoga, thinking I was doing something good for my body. Exercise, after all, is good for you. It makes you strong. Except when you have wimpy little feet bones that decide to rebel by fracturing under the stress.
I did notice my feet were getting rather sore, mostly across the tops. So I backed off on the workouts a bit, but not too much because I figured my feet just needed to toughen up and get used to it. Then on Friday, I was stepping off some bleachers and-- Bam! Cracking, crunching, pain. Pain that for a moment made the room go white and left me unable to put weight on my foot.
Clearly something had gone wrong. The hubby helped me hobble home where I iced it, propped it up, and downed some Ibuprofen. By morning it was sore, but walkable. Mostly.
For the next few days it hurt less in the morning, more in the afternoon, and had me limping by night. So I skipped the workouts and grumbled at my stupid foot for screwing up my routine. My foot ignored my grumbling and continued to hurt just enough to keep me from getting back to the gym.
Then last night, I went to a concert (more on that in my next post - Truth and Salvage Co., they were awesome!) but left early because my foot was throbbing.
I finally limped into the doctor today, fully expecting to hear that it was a simple sprain. Maybe that I should wrap it before I work out. But instead, I found out I have a stress fracture!
It seems my wimpy foot bone had said enough was enough and just cracked under the pressure. Apparently my feet are prone to stress fractures because I have high arches and a short, hyper-flexible first metatarsal. (um, okay?)
I don't need a cast as long as I stay off my foot as much as possible until it heals. Though, when I kept asking about ways to be able to keep exercising, the doc finally said that if I don't rest enough to let it heal he may have to cast it to keep it immobile. Guess I better be good!
My foot might think it won itself some time off with its little stress fracture plan, but it better enjoy the break (heh heh) because next I get to go to physical therapy and build up those foot muscles so my bones can't pull this trick again!
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