Dang

Early last week--lovely 5 mile run. That evening my inner ankle hurt. "I must have twisted my ankle or something."

Tweaky pain for a week. Nothing big. Figured it was just one of those running aches/pulls/strains that would go away. Not by resting mind you.

Wednesday run. Felt that strain. And then at 3 miles. FELT THAT STRAIN.

Wednesday evening. Apparent bruise showed up.

Thursday morning. Ankle started swelling. Very isolated swelling. School nurses ordered me to see a doctor (I love having school nurses as a reference).

Off to Quick Care. X rays "just because". But doctor started questioning about my joints. And other weird symptoms. And got me in at the rheumatoid doctor immediately. Like I drove right over there. Concocting wild fantasies of what might be going on in my body. Realizing just how terrifyingly fast one's life could be turned upside down. Thinking how crazy it was that I was so hyper focused on the fact that this must be running related where as in reality I had a weird joint disorder starting to show in my body.

But I didn't. Very, very nice and thorough Doctor assured me it was a tendon issue. And informed me that they are set up to do ultrasounds. And very nice practice got me in for today.

Ultrasound revealed no tear! Told to take 2 weeks off--no running (but if there is exercise that doesn't hurt it--I can do that. Haven't tested out the elliptical yet.). I do know that I had just recently been hit with, "Wow. My shoes are DEAD."  So that may have contributed.

And for the love of god people--this guy ultrasounded (a verb?) my entire foot and EVERYTHING LOOKED GREAT--Achilles and all. So while wearing heels may be slowly destroying my feet....all is fine for now. And I realized that wearing heels is now the social equivalent to smoking.