It ain’t even funny
Four minutes and 30 seconds into my run this morning I stepped on some uneven asphalt at McMaster and heard a crack. I could tell right away that this was more than just a regular sprain. This time it was my right side and my foot was killing. This pain was on another level and I knew my foot was broken. Sent an email to the troops that my foot was broken and I would not be making the trek to Quebec.
I got some X-rays that confirmed my 5th metatarsal was broken. The good thing is that it didn’t break right off and it doesn’t need to be re-set or need surgery. It’s busted 2/3 the way through the bone. I have an aircast so when I’m ready I can take it off and pool run.
The doctor asked if I had broken my foot there before. He asked because there are signs of calcium deposits right where the fracture is. It must of been from a stress fracture I had last September but never got fully diagnosed because I had my bonescan a couple of weeks after the end of the season. Makes sense now why it hurt on some of my runs last year.
The prognosis is 4-6 weeks with no running although I will see an orthopedic surgeon next week for a closer look. Luckily I have another orthopedic surgeon looking over my X-rays today to make sure everything is in the right place.