After a few days of rest, some of the pain somewhat subsided, I went for a 40 mile "rails to trails" ride for another trip we had planned the following week. That was Saturday. Sunday, we went to a haunted house for Halloween and some dufus stepped on my bad foot. Hard. The next day, the bruising was far worse which worried me. Finally, I agreed to go to the doctor on Tuesday. After x-rays, he confirmed my worst but most unlikely suspicion. I actually had broken my foot. That same afternoon, I was at the sport's specialist for his diagnosis. Yes, it is in fact broken. I explained to him that I had ridden my bike just a few days earlier for FORTY miles so maybe there was some mistake. No mistake he said, X-Rays don't lie. Panic set into my mind. This was 1.5 weeks before I was supposed to do a Point to Point mountain bike race that I had been looking forward to for so long. Could I still train? Could I still race? Would my cycling shoes be stiff enough since the soles are so rigid? As to my inquiries, he said "Well, you could.....". So I took that as a "Yes, but the real questoion was if I "should". I walked out wearing a broken foot boot that I could pump up. Sort of a "pumped up kick". I am sure there is a valid medical term for that thing, but to me it was just a boot of shame. I was really depressed and then in tears. How could this happen? Such a stupid little misstep and bam, now all my plans were changing without my consent. The idea of potentially 6-12 weeks without biking was Unfair, Unacceptable. Unfathomable......and now Undeniable. But, I was not going to miss this upcoming race. Screw that. I was doing it come hell or high water. I may not finish fast, but I was going to finish. Broken foot or not. More tears. Then came the "snap out of it lecture about how some people have it so much worse and I need to stop complaining and whining and just deal with it.". Yep, big brothers always know how to nurture when it counts.
|The boot a/k/a Darth Vader's Right Shoe|
My husband was not too happy at the prospect of me training and then racing one of the hardest courses I would to date with a broken foot. While he would never tell me I couldn't do it, he made it pretty clear that it really wasn't the smartest thing to do. After a couple days, the sensible side of me came to rear its ugly head.
How could I even think of racing this event when I have a broken bone in my foot? Sure, riding on a Rails to trail path is one thing, but this event would be on a rugged course with lots of twisting motions of my foot, tough uphills, rock gardens and probably mud. Not to mention if I had to for any reason walk my bike out, I was done for. Walking out would be really uncomfortable on all the uneven terrain. I reluctantly made the call. No race. Pity Party for me.
I decided that I should skip it and be a good patient and came to the realization that there would be other races. I chose to use the responsible side of my brain and try to just deal with it. After all there really are far worse things in life than a broken foot. Sigh.....