I have finally been de-feeted
I have finally been de-feeted

I have finally been de-feeted

Well, not actually, although who knows what the podiatrist will recommend. I am about ready to do a self-amputation, though. (Honestly, it was bad enough last week that I went to a shoe store that sells danskos & crocs to see if there was a shoe that would fit on my foot. Fortunately for me, there wasn’t.)

My foot has not recovered. In fact, the foot is in a pretty bad way. I’m pretty sure that at any second, an alien is going to burst forth from the side of my foot and start trying to hunt down Sigourney Weaver.

dramatic recreation of my foot

Sorry about that photo. But really – you’re lucky I didn’t show you a photo of my ACTUAL foot. It’s much worse. Everyone who’s seen it in the past weeks, INCLUDING A RUNNING SHOE SALESMAN, has said, and I quote, “erghhhhh…..”

So – what does that mean?

Well, it means that I’ve been compensating for the foot pain by walking and running funny and have also managed to turn myself into a hunchback.

dramatic recreation of what I look like right now. seriously.

I haven’t run since last Tuesday, when I went through one of the most painful 4.5 miles of my running career. I was supposed to run with the Ambitious One this Tuesday, but Monday night, when I had to remove my shoe to DRIVE due to the pain, I was forced to call and cancel on her (and leave what was apparently a super pathetically sad voicemail in the process).

Tuesday, I woke up with serious back agony and called in to work. I spent the day moping and whinging.

Wednesday, I made my kick-ass neighbors drink all the wine in North Portland with me and whinged some more.

Today, I whinged at the Ambitious One on a coffee date and Junk Miles on a cocktail date.

Of course, the architect has been blessed with near constant whinging all week (not to mention the grumpiest wife this side of the Mississippi).

I have a podiatrist appointment for next Friday (April 2) to see what’s wrong with my foot. Unless a miracle happens and the alien comes out leaving my foot 100% normal, I will not be running until at least April 3.

April 3 is almost exactly 1 month before the marathon. At this point, my longest run, which was almost three weeks ago, has been 14 miles.

I can transfer my marathon registration to the half marathon without penalty up until March 31. Which is what I am likely going to do.

I am hoping that I will be able to run the three races that I have on my schedule in the next five weeks, but I doubt I’ll be RACING any of them. (And by racing, I of course mean trying to PR, not trying to win.)

So, basically what I’m trying to say is that I’m a marathon drop-out.

And I feel like a giant loser/quitter. Monday evening I told the architect that I was more concerned about looking like a loser than permanently hurting my foot. He asked me at what point during my weekend in Seattle had I turned into a man. Which may have been an insult to men everywhere. I know that this is the right decision, because feet are so important to many of my favorite things: running, swimming, yoga, wearing super cute shoes (which obviously I cannot do right now, and that is almost as bad as not being able to run). I know that very few of you are thinking right now, “that gazelle is such a loser for not being able to run through the pain of an alien gestating inside her foot.” I just hate being a quitter. Because quitters never win, right?


Of course, it might be hard to win without my right foot, too.

So – the plan is to step up the swimming & yoga during the next few weeks. I briefly thought about becoming a barefoot runner since my foot doesn’t hurt when there aren’t shoes involved, but then I remembered that barefoot running squicks me out, and decided against that path.

I am also going to try some biking, and if my foot feels okay, I will put on some shoes and lift weights. After 4/2, when the podiatrist magically cures my foot, I will start running again. And there will be great rejoicing! If the podiatrist doesn’t magically cure my foot, I might have some race bibs to get rid of.

And possibly a foot.

For Sale! Half Off!


  1. Yikes, what a nightmare! You poor thing — I can’t imagine how frustrating this is for you. No one is going to think you’re a quitter. If anyone has the nerve, just show them a pic of your foot, or heck, the actual foot! That’ll teach ’em.

    Hope the doc figures out what’s going on & you get some good drugs for it.

  2. CilleyGirl

    You may have to show off your alien foot tonight at happy hour. I am just that morbid.

    Seriously, you have all of my sympathy and empathy and whatever. I may have to drop out of training too; I won’t know until Sunday. Do we really need legs??

  3. Alisa

    You’re not a quitter—you got injured, that’s totally different from quitting. There will be other marathons that you will kick ass at running!

    I’m here for ya anytime! =) I can be your coffee date person–I’ll let Sarah and Lori take cocktail and wine duty =).

  4. Sorry about the injury but I am glad you are doing something about it before it gets worse. As others pointed out, you aren’t quitting you got hurt and that is an unfortunate thing. But you will live to run another day and wear cute choes again. Keep your chin up!

    Always happy to have more folks on the half course with us! Just think – that leaves more time to eat finish line pancakes.

  5. Bummer about the foot; take care of it now and you’ll have many more miles in your future. No doubt about it though, it sucks to be injured. I’m with RunToTheFinish – kick ass on the half; I am assuming Eugene? I’m doing the full there.

    Hopefully we can meet sometime, I am a Portlander as well. In fact, I am meeting Alisa and going for a run with her tomorrow evening; I think I was going to join both of you before your injury.

    1. I was supposed to run with you both tonight! Alas, Alisa won’t let me go! She’s benched me. 🙁

      I feel that I can definitely kick some half ass (in Eugene), as I still have over a month to prep for that, and think my foot will be better soon!

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