Welp, the prognosis is: Dislocation of the peroneus tendons. That’s the snap I heard and felt between mile 8 and 9 of the half marathon. When I told the podiatrist I mall-walked the rest, she grimaced and said I probably shouldn’t have. She also told he she has “loose tendons” herself and they often pop out of place. As validating as that was to hear, I can’t help but feel like this has set me back to square one. I follow up in 2 weeks, which could determine whether I stay in the boot, need physical therapy and/or, dare I say it, surgery, if it gets worse, so until then, I will go back and forth with accepting my body-mandated rest period. And most likely binge watch anything and everything on my various means for streaming videos. #sadface #pityparty #dislocatedtendons #boot #footinjurysucks #imissrunning #somuch (at Frederic, Wisconsin)
