So after an MRI and CT scan, today I was informed by my doc (yes I’m on texting terms with him 😉 ) that there is definitely no stress fracture in the old foot, which is one heck of a relief. I totally knew this already, as having looked at all my CT images… i figured they looked ok. Unlike the MRI which to me looked like i had a gazillion stress fractures!
I hate injuries, but that’s not really news to anyone. I hate the term ‘injured’, i hate sympathy, I hate having to explain a stress response to everyone, and I hate not being able to pole vault. I also despise those people who whine that they have a little tiny weeny pain… that means they can still train properly…. HELLO…. I have no sympathy for you. (Needed to get that off my chest sorry!)
BUT that’s fine because at the end of the day, I can use that to fuel my fire. By now I should be an expert at this, but the reality is I still cry, I still feel like someone is maybe trying to tell me I shouldn’t be doing this, and like I really want to kick and scream and punch things. And that makes us human hey! At the track, I get into my little zone, I annihilate my bike session and make sure I’m hitting as many PBs as possible in all my upper body weights and rope climbs, and of course no reduced reps in my circuits because of the weight of my boot… Just have to get on with it. I can see that there are quite a lot of positives I can get out of this injury. Lots of time for glute and adductor rehab as well as giving me lots of time working on my heel toe take off. Ultimately, I know that as soon as I get back to vaulting, I will be in better shape (and I thought I was in the shape of my life right before I hurt my foot) but also that getting through these injuries gives us a mental edge.
I’ve always taken a liking to that phrase “what doesn’t kill us makes us stronger”. Getting through setbacks forces you to believe, forces you to dig down deep and you chose not to give up, you chose to make it a positive. Looking back, from every injury, I have always come back stronger. If i hadn’t needed a tendon repaired and could only spend 6 months on bars, I never would have got to Commonwealths in 2010 as my bars were so bad. If i hadn’t of torn my cartilage, I never would have found pole vault and if I hadn’t of suffered a stress response… who knows! Just don’t write me off just yet!
I was thinking earlier, I’ve spent the last year of my pole vault career worrying about whether I fit in, do I belong in the world of athletics, what do people think of me? Do they think I am wasting my time? I’m getting good at seeing the positives now and I’ve gone from the very bottom of a sport to a decent level, scraping a bronze medal at nationals, in 2 years. I walked with a pole for a year as my knee surgeries meant I wasn’t allowed to run. So if you think I’m rubbish – screw you, you try it!
Who knows what the future may bring but it’s time I stopped worrying about what other people think and just enjoy this journey 🙂