Because I know you’re all obsessively hitting refresh in case there’s any news on my calf (I know you’re not) – I can confirm that there is less pain when I stretch/touch my leg, but there is still definitely pain. I tried a spin class tonight and had to bail after ten minutes, which even I found offensive.
I have done that stupid thing where you google and automatically assume the worst case scenario is what you’re going through, so this morning I either had a Grade 1,000,000,000 calf tear or DVT that would kill me in my sleep. The fact that there is no bruising, and I can walk as though I am not in fact a cripple, tells me the first is unlikely (though I may have a minor calf strain), and the second is also unlikely, because I don’t think DVT usually comes on at the tail end of a 15 mile run. Clearly though, I’m no doctor.
So: it’s back to rest, compression, and I might even succumb to ibuprofen, because I haven’t exercised in 2 days now, and that is problematic for me because I’m fairly sure I replaced my addiction to smoking (over 6 years and not a single cigarette -Woo!) with one for the gym. I know, I know, all addiction is bad addiction, but I know which one I think is lesser of two evils. Right?
I also read online that if it is indeed a calf strain I have, the things I should DEFINITELY AVOID in the first 72 hours are heat, massage, and stretching. Which is fabulous, because as I assumed it was just a tight muscle, I had a steaming hot shower, stretched, and massaged the shit out of it.
Attempt number 2 at the gym tomorrow; Tuesday is weights day, so at least there’ll be no aggressive calf action necessary. Wednesday I’ll try spin again, and I have a sports massage at night, so hopefully this will be something I can look back on and chortle at this weekend, during the 24 miles I have planned…
In more enthusiastic news, I bought tickets to Milan last night. It’ll be the first International holiday Ian and I, in our 6+ years together, will take, which is exciting. It’s also my first step in convincing him we should live around the world in various fabulous places, but baby steps.