On the morning of March 5th we were all getting ready to go to my friend Beth's daughter Kendall's 1st birthday party. Before the party we were meeting a friend of mine from high school to give her some of Paige and Virginia's old sleepers. Ben went to put Jefferson in his crate in the basement and I was going to carry the box of sleepers and Kendall's gift out to the car. I took the one step down into our foyer and stepped on a toddler shoe. I twisted my ankle, fell and that was it.
I got up and I walked on it. We took the girls to the party and they had a lot of fun. I walked on it all day, but it hurt. I had been training for a 10 mile race at the end of April and I was really afraid that now I wasn't going to be able to run it. Little did I know what was in store for me.
The next morning it still really hurt so Ben convinced me to go to Urgent Care to get it checked out. They took x-rays, said it was sprained and put me in an air cast. They also said that if it wasn't better in a week to go see my regular doctor.
A little over a week later I noticed that my ankle was feeling better, but my foot hurt. It couldn't stand with my right foot flat without pain, so I decided it was time to see another doctor. I called one office and they couldn't get me in with their foot specialist so I called a different office. Their foot and ankle specialist had an appointment for the next day, so I took it. At this point I was hoping it was something simple and I'd be back up and running in a week or so.
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