Looking back I don't think I was being altogether unreasonable choosing running over my other long term goals. In my mind I had had a disappointing 5km racing season and was looking forward to capitalizing on finishing my first 25 km race, albeit with some horrible muscle cramping issues in my legs, and jumping into the, "Fat Ass" trail racing scene for the Fall. So when during my long run in the middle of the woods on a winding leaf carpeted trail I felt a sudden bite into my soleus, the pain wrapping itself around my fibula and like a snake constricting the muscles of my shin as it insidiously climbed the tibial shaft squeezing mercilessly at the underpinnings of my knee attempting to severe the weight of my body from it's very bearings that I had a glimpse of a notion that I had perhaps made my decision not to take a break in haste.
So if you haven't figured it out, the prognosis pending a bone scan is that I have a tibal stress fracture. My doctor surmised this as I recounted my story of the viper in my leg and the handy dandy web based symptom checker confirmed it over and over again no matter what order I checked off my symptoms in. Right now all I can do is accept that it IS time for a break afterall because I do in all probability literally have a "break" in the tibial shaft of my right leg.
|Me on the finish mat at "Run for the Toad" with my fractured tibia extended. I think the severe cramping I had in my lower leg during this race together with my continuing to run hard on the downhills was probably the breaking point for my tibia.|
|My tibia's finish line photo at the Sydenham 8km. Thanks Sara:-)|