This is all because of a TOE???

I start this blog by stating two facts about myself: 1) I am a klutz and 2) I am injury prone.

Those of you who have been following my blog (or have the pleasure of listening to me complain) know that I have been having knee pain since the end of January (see my post from January 28th). The injury has definitely sidelined me a bit, but I have still been going to the gym and doing other cardio and I even ran a half-marathon (in hindsight probably a stupid idea). I finally went to Physical Therapy on Tuesday night at met with a great therapist, Shellie. She stretched my legs and hips to figure out where the pain was. She watched me walk, She checked my flexibility, and then she got to my feet.

In my previous life (IE: Before this Marathon took over my life), I was a soccer player. Let me rephrase that....I LOVED Soccer. I used to play 3-4 times a week. When I was chosen to run Boston with DFMC, I gave up soccer to focus on running (and avoid injury). My last soccer game to date was October 28th, 2007. During the game, a player from the other team planted on my big right toe and it has never healed or been the same. I had it x-rayed and there were luckily no breaks, it was just badly jammed.

As Shellie was moving my legs and feet, I mentioned to her about my toe. She worked on my toe for 10 minutes, massaging it and trying to release it. Her response, "Well this may be part of the problem." A TOE?? Something so small but so powerful. Who knew that one last game of soccer would impact my running so much.

My grandmother has made the suggestion on a number of occasions, "Take up Tiddlywinks or maybe golf. You can't hurt yourself playing those."

Wanna bet??