Woke up this morning at 8 after a great 9 hours of sleep. All of this working out, really tired me out.
Had a protein bar and a cup of coffee and had off for 9am crossfit.
Prior to the WOD, I practiced pull ups. I was within 2 inches of doing my pull up unassisted. I knew I would have it in a few days and I felt again, proud of myself.
Today the WOD was double unders and sit ups. Well, I was on a roll with the double unders. I could do 2 singles then a double but I knew I was jamming my feet/legs. I would then do a bunch of singles and toss in a double and I was so proud of myself that I could do the doubles. Again, I could feel my body getting stronger.
The last 10, I looked at Tyler and said "I am going to do all of them double unders" and off I went. I was going pretty good but I could tell I was jumping pretty hard but I was almost done when all of sudden, I felt like someone took one of the sand balls and slammed it against my ankle. As I was jumping, I turned around thinking maybe I tripped over something when I saw that there was nothing there. Then I could feel pain shoot right up my calf.
OMG...what the hell did I do? Tyler was standing right there and I quickly grabbed his arm. I couldn't stand on my right foot. I knew it wasn't a sprain but my gut told me I popped my achilles.
Rebbecca came over and they both sat me down. I could feel the pain start to radiate in my ankle and it took everything for me to not cry. Not sure why I didn't want to cry. Maybe because I felt if I didnt' cry, it wasn't happening.
I told them I needed to go to the ER and off Rebbecca took me. I called Walt and told him to meet me up at St. Joe's.
As I sat in the room, I knew what happened, but I was not going to accept what just happened. A few times I broke down crying. Walt showed up and Rebbecca left. Then there was a knock at the door and Tyler was there. I was in an instant, amazed at this wonderful family that I was a part of. Honestly, it was so incredible the way everyone over to CF really helped me. It almost made me cry again.
The doctor confirmed that it was indeed ruptured but there was no break in my foot bone. Honestly, I actually wished I broke a bone rather than this for it would heal quicker.
I saw my work outs, tennis and tennis team and just plain mental state go out the window in an instant. I was not feeling sorry for myself whatsoever. Quite the opposite. I kept thinking, wow, this is fixable. I will be good as new a few months from now, but hearing the things that people we knew were going through such as cancer, loosing an eye made me realize this, in the big picture is nothing. Still made me cry though, for we had a great trip planned next week to New Hampshire.
I was going to fly out with the kids on Tuesday, stay with Kate when on Thursday, Walt and his parents were going to fly in. We would stay in Portsmouth until Saturday morning when we would drive into Boston, go to the Red Sox game, Sunday, Emily and I had tickets to the Boston Opera House, front row to see River Dance and on Monday, Walt was going to run the Boston Marathon.
I could feel and still feel so much guilt built up inside of me but again, I had to move on mentally.
Around 7pm tonight, we went over to Gina and Ron's, who Ron is an orthopedic surgeon. He looked at my leg and gave it to me straight:
My achilles is ruptured. There might be a strand or two, but it is shot. An MRI would tell us both how bad the ends are for if they are frayed, it would be a little longer recovery.
Surgery is scheduled for Wednesday morning at 7am. I will be put in a cast after and will go back to see Ron every week where he will take the cast off, move my foot a little and recast the leg. It will start with my toes pointed to shorten the space to allow the tendon to heal with the goal after 6 weeks for my foot to be at a 90 degree. He said he will know each week how I am healing.
After about 6 weeks (I pray sooner) I will be put on a boot to further let the tendon heal. I will then begin physical therapy for another 6 weeks.
I am praying that my body heals fast but I have to be realistic with this all.
The worst part is that it is my right foot which means driving is going to be tough and for the first few weeks, I will not be able to drive at all.
Working out, I will still try to do with my upper body as well as my legs and I can already tell, I will be able to keep it up. But with the cast on, I need to be careful about sweating too much for I will not be able to wash my leg with the cast on.
Well, what are you going to do. I will get through this. I will take it day by day but I will stay in the 90 day challenge. I need to have something to focus on. I need to know that by the end of June, I will have the boot off and I will get back to myself. My achilles will be as good as new and although I will probably never jump rope again, I WILL be able to do my pull up!!!
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