So far living with the boot hasn’t been as annoying and limiting as I would have expected. In most ways, it doesn’t even get in the way of my day-to-day activities. The real limiter isn’t the boot, but the injured foot that is cradled inside of the boot. Waiting for the injury to heal is been annoying. It has been almost 2 months to the day since my last run and nearly 4 weeks since my last ride. But on a totally positive note, after just two weeks in the boot the difference that I can feel in my foot is startling. Sometimes when dealing with ongoing pain you forget what “normal” is supposed to feel like. Now that the vast majority of the pain is gone, I have a much better idea of just how bad my foot actually felt. It is kind of like the “boiling a frog in a pot of water” analogy (no frogs were harmed for this post). If things slowly change over time, the change will be quite dramatic before you recognize that it even occurred. That is where I was with my foot.
The thoughts that occasionally cross my mind are:
What would have happened if I kept training and tried to race both West Virginia and Killington?
Would my foot have made it through the races without the bones actually fracturing?
The only things I can say to that are:
I will never know, and
I am trying not to care.
Now I just need to patiently wait for Oct 27th, the day when I will be liberated from the boot and when I can get back onto my feet and exercising. Of course taking it very, very easy at first.