I know this one is a day late, but I have a good reason for it.
If you’ve read literally any of my blogs ever, you know that running is what I use to manage all of my stress, anxiety, anger, and all that other fun stuff. It’s one of the only times when I feel like my body and my mind are in sync (one’s always moving faster than the other), and it keeps me sane amidst the chaos that we all face in life. Needless to say, I need it.
A common problem that runners face is shin splints, which is basically a slight overuse injury. I’ve had them on and off since I started running when I was in grade 7, so I’m pretty used to such injuries. Because I’m stubborn and wasn’t listening to my body, I gave myself three days off and then set off on a 3.5 mile route with my running class 16 days ago. The pain was practically undetectable; I barely felt the soreness in my shins.
Until I did. It came on all of a sudden and was excruciating, wrapping around my left upper shin, snaking down into my ankle, and curling around my hip. I tried to ignore it because we were still a mile from our building, but it stopped me. I knew it was more than shin splints, but I didn’t want to worry anyone, so I just said that my shins were bugging me a bit and walked to the clinic on my campus. The nurse practitioner that saw me sent me to a sports clinic close to Belmont, and I spent the afternoon in waiting and exam rooms, getting x-rays, and having people feel up my shin. When the doctor there gave me (and my mom, who was on speaker phone) a diagnosis of a tibial stress fracture and left to get me a brace boot, I started crying; not because of the pain, but because I knew I wouldn’t be able to run for at least two weeks.
16 days later, I’ve been free of the *horrible* boot for almost a week, but I still can’t do anything physical and will likely be unable to run for around another month. Let this be a lesson to you runners out there: if you have shin splints, it’s better to let them rest for a week than to not run for six. It hurts me so much to not be able to walk properly, let alone manage my stress the way that I normally do.
But I’m also one of those people that believes that everything happens for a reason. I believe that God has a sense of humor, and I think He might be trying to teach my stubborn behind a lesson in patience, which has never been my strong suit. I’m definitely never going to take the ability to run for granted again. I’ve also learned a lot about other ways for me to manage my stress, like being more sociable and experimenting with new dress and clothing concepts. If nothing else, my sketchbook has bloomed in the last two and a half weeks!
Basically, this post has been a reminder that there’s always another lesson to learn from your experiences and tribulations, and everything will be ok eventually. We’re put into certain situations for a reason, and we can all get better at being patient and seeing the good within predicaments.
So thank you for your patience, thank you for your support, and know that we’re all in this together! Take a deep breath and know that it will get better.