I tried to get an appointment at SMI for some work on my foot. Cindy had informed me that there might be a 1 pm opening. I left a message on Sunday night and waited patiently by the phone.
After a bit, I began to wait impatiently as my foot underwent more chilling treatment and I downed 800 mg of Ibuprofen. I had taken 1 gm of Tylenol when I woke up this morning. That was after I crawled down the hall to wake up the boys. Fortunately, things improved after being up for a bit.
Well, as it turns out, a more important runner beat me to my appointment slot. I can’t say exactly who it was, but I understand that he runs among the quickest of runners. All of the open slots, in fact, were filling up from other participants of the Rock ‘N Roll. I had sat by the phone, afraid the leave my desk for too long, hoping that I would be called to fill a cancelled appointment.
I had packed limited food for lunch, and since I had not left my desk for fear of missing a phone call, I was pretty hungry by mid-afternoon. By the end of the day I was ravenous and my foot was still ailing. I pulled out my TP ball and began my own massage. A few short torture sessions, followed by ice therapy and I have less of a limp.
I am not sure when I will resume running again, but I am more hopeful that it will be soon.
I was originally planning to visit SMI after my first 20 miler, so if things feel better tomorrow, I’d like to stick to that plan. The treatment is expensive but well worth the cost and torture. The fact that I have to compete with the elite atheletes for an appointment slot should be evidence enough.