I headed to the doctor today to make sure my cranky ankle isn’t something serious.
I had nothing to worry about, and the whole experience made me glad I sucked it up and put my mind at ease.
I was feeling pretty anxious in the waiting room, surrounded by Good Housekeeping and Golf magazines and older adults with canes and wheelchairs. But when I got into my doctor’s exam room, it was a different world. Running ads, Runner’s World columns he’s quoted in and photos of him finishing triathlons and marathons plastered the walls. A stack of Muscle and Fitness magazines sat beneath the exam table. I felt at home.
Dr. Pereles himself further eased my mind. After a couple quick X-rays, he determined that I definitely don’t have a stress fracture (hint: If you have a stress fracture, you’ll know it. It’s apparently not one of those “maybe I do, maybe I don’t” type things). He put me on a hard-core anti-inflammatory steroid called Medrol that you take for only six days, and said the problem should be gone.
Really? Just like that? I threw in a few other symptoms I hadn’t mentioned, such as the fact that something in my ankle clicks when I roll it.
“Mine does that too,” he said cheerfully. “It always will. But it’s harmless.”
Ditto for the numbness I feel (or, rather, don’t feel) on the side of my foot.
“Yep, that’s the nerve,” he chirped, adding that after a running injury of his own, he’d endured weeks of similar numbness.
Here’s the best part: He asked how much I run currently. I explained my three-day-a-week plan.
“Really?” he said. “For distances like the half-marathon, you really ought to be running four or five days a week.”
I left the office glowing, with marching orders of, “Don’t stop running or anything.”