That is what my doctor said on Friday when I went to see him post foot surgery. One week down. Not sure how many more to go. On the 28th i had to have the plantar fascia partially released on my right foot. It was so tight it caused a fibroma to form. I found the lump two years ago and have been buying myself time with orthotics while it grew. It finally got to a point this summer where I knew it had to be done. I waited until our race season was over on 11/22 and scheduled the surgery for one week later.

So week one consisted of THE most uncomfortable cast on the planet. And crutches. My foot was in a flexed position, and as long as I was sitting upright with my foot out I was fine. As soon as I tried to lie down and sleep, the cast put excruciating pressure on the top of my foot. So I went a full week with no sleep. And when I say no sleep I am not exaggerating. I was so over tired last Thursday night I had a panic attack and my poor husband had to sit up with me for two hours.

Friday the cast came off.....ahhhhhhhhhhhhh.....and I was in heaven until the doc grabbed my toes and pushed back hard. YOWZER. Ouch. He instructed the hubs to do this torture 2-3 x a day. I still have the stitches in and I am still on crutches....ah the crutches, an entire thread in itself. I am allowed to lift upper body and do core.

So no running or riding or yoga for a time yet to be determined. 4-6 weeks probably. I am trying really hard to not be down about it. It is hard because riding is a huge part of our social life. It was SO hard to watch my hubby leave to go mt bike last weekend. But as he pointed out, if the cast was on the other foot, I would go run or ride. He is wonderful about taking care of me and the hose and shopping and cooking, so he needs to get out.

So here I sit...in my boot...and the crutches....

So keep me company ladies.....