I explained my pain and how it started and he did a few tests, if you will, on my foot, hip and hamstring. He noticed my right side was alot tigher and weaker. Because of this, it may just be tendonitis, as there is a tendon running directly to the area I'm feeling pain. I am truly hoping that's what it is. He gave me several exercises and stretches to strengthen my right side and told me to try them twice a day for a week. He even gave me the Thera-Bands to use, for free. Holla for no dollas!
If I have no relief, I need to see an doctor and get an x-ray. If the x-ray shows no fracture, he of course suggested regular physical therapy.
I was so focused on what he was saying, I never had time to ask a few questions I'd been having. What kind of shoes should I be wearing to work? What exercises can I be doing in the meantime? What are the main symptons of a stress fracture? Etc. etc. I have let the WebMD disease get me and have been researching like crazy, which is why I am going crazy, and no doubt driving Leigh Ann crazy. I am so thankful for my friendship with this girl. She is not only hilarious, motivational and sweet as can be, but she is the Positive Patty to my Negative Nancy.
I asked her this morning if she would still go to New Orleans for the half, knowing she couldn't run it. She immediatly fired back with "You are running that half". I so so hope she's right.
In the meantime, I have Operation Red Bikini to think about, and while this will slow me down, it will not stop this stubborn girl. I got a text from the hubs (again with the hubs word, yuck) last night asking if I wanted to go to the gym when I got off work. I agreed and got all psyched up to go. He then texts me an hour later saying "Change of plans, thought you got off at 5:30 tonight". Note: I never get off at 5:30. I get off either at 6:30, 7:00 or 5. Poor fellow. Anyway, between dinner and getting to the gym, no way would he make his new, early bed time. I was already in the mood (for the gym, sorry hubs) so I decided to do something I've never done. I got home, changed into workout attire, ate about a fourth of a serving of what I'd normally eat for dinner, rested a while, then hit the gym anyway. I got there around 8:30, which is late for me on a weeknight, yall.
So what does a bum-footed, penguin-looking limper do in the gym, you ask? There are tons of things. I had done an intense arm workout the previous day and was still sore, so I decided to focus on cardio and abs. I watched Biggest Loser on the stationary bike (talk about motivation) for 45 minutes.
I then used the exercise ball more than I ever have before. You can do alot of things with that thing. I moved on to this Pinterest work out. It will have you super sore the next day, I swear! It's absolutely one of my favorite Pinterest work out finds.
I use the middle one because I am part Hobbit, part troll that lives under a bridge. I have the personality of one right now, thanks to my stupid effin FOOT!!!#$%( See?
I followed all of this with some foam rolling and stretching and called it a night. The only downside to working out so late is that you'll be so wired you won't be able to sleep till midnight. In my case anyway.
Tonight I will just take it easy, as I don't get off work till 7, so I'll do all the stretching my PT showed me and get a good night's sleep. I feel like the sleep will just do a world of difference.
I know my posts lately have been very "womp womppppp"-y but I promise they will improve soon. I just wanted to give you all an update and have an excuse to say 'Holla for no dollas.'