Injury Time Out

I had a friend ask me today how I was doing with Project: Treadmill Desk.  He has been hearing more and more about them, but hadn't heard anything from me recently.  Sadly, I have been sidelined for the past two weeks due to injury.

Now, I will say this:  I am not without embarrassment with regards to my injury.  It's not even a good story.  It's just the kind of stupidity that a few folks warned me about, but which I didn't listen to.  There's a part of me that really wishes I could say, "Well, I wasn't paying attention and my treadmill desk turned into a head desk."  But, alas, that's not the case.

The first three weeks went really well.  I was averaging around 45 miles a week and I was down about 8 pounds.  Not bad at all.  But things had become a little blasé, truth be told.  I kept thinking, "I should push the limits again!"  So, on Monday of the fourth week, I decided to do just that by adding max incline.

I mentioned this to a colleague while in the process, and his remark was something to the effect of "Your desire to take things to the extreme is going to get you hurt."  I shrugged it off.  Another friend, upon hearing what I was doing just shook his head and cautioned that I'm not in my 20s anymore.

On Monday I did 7 miles uphill.  

Now, let me tell you, walking uphill is hard as hell.  You can burn more calories walking uphill for a mile than you can running 3 miles on level ground.  The first day, it was novel, so I didn't really notice it as much.  The second day, I decided to take it easier, so I only did 4 miles uphill.  That day, I started noticing that I was eager to finish each 1 mile uphill hike.  I then did 3, 1 and 2 miles uphill in the subsequent days.  On all but that Friday, I did ~10 miles total.

On Thursday afternoon, as I was finishing up, I had a sudden sharp, almost electrical tingle in my right outer shin, followed by a strange warm sensation and some pain.  I wrapped things up shortly after that happened, but I did keep on for a bit longer.  Then, on Friday, which was a half day due to some travel, I noticed that my outer right shin just kind of hurt.  After a few miles, I had a reoccurrence of the sharp tingling pain, but I was almost done, so I kept at it for a bit more.

When I got off the treadmill, I knew I had done something stupid.  Walking was suddenly a chore.  I then had to drive 5 hours, which required a lot of holding my right foot up on the gas pedal, and this was not a pleasant thing to have to do right then.

The weekend was pretty much agony and I began popping ibuprofen and tylenol as often as I could, to no real avail.  As the weekend wore on and quickly came to a close, I was boarding a plane to San Francisco, a city in which I walk constantly, all the time, everywhere I go.

Let me be honest, I am not a tough kind of guy.  I need to complain to get through things, at least just for a moment.  However, no one really wanted to hear it.  Turns out people don't want to commiserate with stupid people.  

Half way through the week, I found a hidden stash of celebrex, a prescription NSAID, and to my delight, it helped cut the pain.  Prior to the dose of celebrex, I was walking more like a shuffling version of semi-well dressed Frankenstein with a bad right leg.

I quickly phoned my doc's nurse (who also happens to be my wife!) and asked them to phone in a script to the Wal-Green's near 4th and Market.  Sadly, insurance was having none of it.  I basically hobbled the rest of the way through my SF trip, taking down copious amounts of ibuprofen and tylenol.

I got home, survived the weekend, then went to see my doc on Monday.  He gave me some samples of a new NSAID (Zorvolex) and ordered me to get an X-Ray to make sure I hadn't fractured my shin.  I hadn't, and the Zorvolex therapy did wonders.  By today, I was feeling much better, ready to face the day walking on Monday...  Until I took a session on the trampoline with my kids.

Did I mention that I'm not the brightest bulb in the candelabra?

So, here I sit, wondering if i'll be able to at least walk a bit next week.  I sorely need to, I miss it.  My days without walking have been much higher stress.  All of the constant energy burn really makes a huge difference when it comes to ending the day without being completely stressed out.

I guess the lesson I may take away from this is to moderate my need to do things to the extreme.  Though, truthfully, who am I kidding?  I might be able to do that 1 in 3 times...  Unless I can take not doing things to the extreme to the extreme...