Heads Or Tails

I freely admit it.  A couple of weeks ago, I felt like this.

Whatever it is...no.


After my last visit to The Man resulted in a big KO to my running career, I understandably went into my own special state of pissheadedness. (Yes, that is an actual state of mind.  Swear. Look it up.)  Coupled with the fact that I could no longer visit my lovely state of calmness, calorie burning, mind numbing, pavement pounding, was the fact that after more than four years – yes, YEARS – the hubby finally sought a third opinion, (courtesy of The Man), on his ongoing foot problems.  One visit to this new foot guy and VOILA!  He can run!  AGAIN!  Now, by NO means get me wrong here.  I am THRILLED beyond belief that he can run virtually pain-free after so many years.  It’s the damn IRONY of the friggin’ situation that gets to me.  Why, after all this time, is he suddenly able to start running again at the same exact moment I have to stop?!?  I truly believe that somewhere, in some cosmic karmic hell, some little bratty demon, who most likely got beat up on the playground when he was an even smaller little bratty baby demon, is laughing his dupa off at all of this.  You will pay one day you obnoxious little brat.  Oh yes, you will pay.  Once I go all Maleficent on your dupa.


Until that moment though, I am patiently – okay, not so much – waiting for the day that I can get back into these.

Like the wind.  Really.

Hi babies.  Mommy misses you.  A LOT.

I don’t mind plopping my happy dupa on stationary bikes, recumbent bikes, or walking the dreadmill.  Wonder Mutt is thrilled as she’s getting in even more quality sniffing time as the Mom Person is taking her for a lot more walking than usual.  How is that even possible?  Hmmmmm……

Let's GOOOOOOO!!!!!!

Can we go? Can we go?  Can we? Can we? Huh? Huh? Huh?  Let’s GOOOOOOO!!!!!!

But.  Let’s be honest.  If runners were patient people, then we probably wouldn’t BE runners.  We want to be crossing that finish line already.  Even if that finish line is at least three FREAKING MONTHS AWAY.  But.  I will get there.  One way or another.

Just. Gotta. Stretch.

Just. Gotta. Try….

In the meantime though, I know myself well enough to know there will be moments of absolute insanity, pouting, tears, and possibly even some intermittent throwing of inanimate objects.  Which may or may not include said Brooks Ghost 7’s.  But I’ll get over it quickly enough, put on my big girl pants which hopefully will not get any bigger, and do what I have to do to heal.  Of course, being the oh-so-patient girl that I am, (N-O-T), I may not even wait the requested three months and end up going back to The Man and tell him to just slice me open and let’s get this crap fixed.  The thought of surgery scares the crap out of me, but if it will get me back on the road again, (anyone else hearing REO Speedwagon music?), then I’m all in.



So let’s hear it people.  What’s your opinion?  Should I be patient and see how it goes, more than likely to end up right back here again?  Or should I just bite the bullet and get it over with?  I’m curious to see what people think.  Please, weigh in!  We’ll consider this the first official unofficial BDRD opinion poll.  Winners will win a year’s worth of free Moose Tracks.  You’re welcome.


Enjoy the ride.

What do you think?  Should I try to be patient and see how it goes, or go back to The Man and go the surgical route instead?  

12 thoughts on “Heads Or Tails

  1. Having never dealt with a serious diagnosis, I’d advise waiting for a bit for the potential of getting better without surgery. But also don’t wait too long if surgery is a definite fix. So helpful, huh?

  2. WAIT. Wait, wait. I totally feel your pain – literally, my foot is in pain and it is a pain not to run – but if you go too fast you could hurt yourself worse. I’m waiting until NEXT Tuesday – wait with me? 🙂 We can have a tandem Short Experimental Run across hearts and states!

    • It’s not going to happen tomorrow as I haven’t even spoken to The Man yet, so I don’t even know if surgery is a viable option for me. Plus I need to do some more research on it anyway. Something that I’m SURE The Man will be so happy to hear, lol!

  3. Not sure I would want to rush into surgery. However, if it is painful and does not seem to be improving, go for the knife, says she who is afraid of doctors, knives and any medical procedure!

  4. I don’t think I have enough information to give you any sound advice but I’ll share how I would see this issue if it were me. I would avoid surgery as much as possible simply because I have a preconceived notion (however unfounded) that once you have surgery on your knees, that’s it. You’re gonna have knee issues forever. So even if it meant not running for a while, even a long while, I would wait. Having said that, I would not hesitate to get surgery if its the only way it will keep me running. I’ll take the knee issues any day over not running at all.

    • Thanks Frank! One of my docs had the same issue and had it fixed arthroscopically and is raving about great he feels. Now, I know we’re talking two different people, and at this point, until I talk to the doc, I don’t even know if surgery is an option for me. But if it is, and it will put this baby to bed, then I’m all over it. It’s only been three weeks and already I’m coming out of my skin!

  5. Yikes. This is a tough decision, and I’m SO sorry you’re going through this! My biggest fear is a major injury, and I’m like you…I am quite possibly the LEAST patient person EVER. I would just say to research all of your options before making any major decisions. Scary stuff. 😦

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