That's what I googled two weekends ago after I showed Pam my hurt toe before Bible class started. She looked at it, pointed out the bruise, and said, "That looks broken."
I had smacked my foot really hard on the coffee table Friday night.
Apparently it's a commonly Googled question with blogs being written to answer the question. Not by doctors, mind you, but by other runners.
I took Pam's (and the blogs I read) advice and taped my toe up.
I stayed off of it more than usual on Sunday. I wasn't going to see a doctor because it seemed like a waste of money, but then my TA told me about when she broke her toe. Her fracture was in a weight-bearing part so they put her in a boot so she could heal quicker. I didn't want to wear a boot, but if my toe was broken, I wanted to heal as quickly as possible.
I found out Tuesday it wasn't broken, just really bruised. I then asked the doctor of course about running.
|Stephanie sent this to me on Pinterest during my To Run or Not To Run dilemma.|
The doctor told me to do what I feel comfortable doing.
So I ran about a mile on Thursday to see how the foot felt taped. It felt painless so I decided to continue not running on it until Sunday. I'd make the decision Saturday what distance I was going to run. Because the foot felt good that day, I decided to do as planned: 20.6.
I rode the bus down with a local running group to the Start Line. The course started in the Arbuckles near Davis, Oklahoma.
It was cold that morning, but I knew it would warm up. I had been warned to bring clothes to shed once I started running and to not go too fast down the hills.
I'm glad I heeded the advice. I warmed up by the third mile, and the course was pretty hilly.
While the course was fun, it was a rough run. I hadn't done a long run for three weeks and hadn't ran for over a week (except for the measly one mile I had done). I was really tight and had to stop around mile 9 to stretch out my hips. My toe wasn't hurting, but my other leg from my hip down to my knee hurt for over half the run. I think I was compensating for the hurt toe probably.
It did my spirits good when Pam and David came and found me around mile 15. Pam ran with me about a quarter of a mile, took a selfie, and they yelled at me as they drove away.
The last miles were really rough. Lots of hills against a strong wind. I was thrilled when I saw the stadium where the finish was located. Then as I entered the stadium, the race marshall says, "Ok, one lap around and you're done!"
I know I groaned and probably shot her a dirty look because she apologized to me.
My time wasn't great, but considering all the factors, I was glad I had done the race.
And I'll probably do it again - at least the half.