We are now a week out from the Dixie Games and training is everything right now. You know, Iâ€™m a strong believer in thinking that everything happens for a reason but sometimes it takes me a while to find that reason. On Tuesday, April 28th, I fractured my 5th metatarsal in my left foot.
There was a terrible storm outside and I hate driving in the rain, but I needed to train. Tuesdayâ€™s are drill days and I like to do my drills at the box. Being at the box motivates me and gives me the push I sometimes need. While performing a jumping drill that helps aid in opening my hips and feeling the power in opening your hips, I rolled my ankle on a land. Iâ€™d be lying if I said it didnâ€™t hurt or scare the crap out of me.
I was the only one at the box that day and immediately called my boyfriend Daniel to pick me up and take me to the hospital. I was able to move my foot and ankle and I took that as a good sign even though the pain was on another level. After the x-rays were taken we found that I had severely fractured my 5th metatarsal and needed to follow up with an Ortho. Two days later we saw a specialist and confirmed that I had a Jones fracture.
The fracture was a butterfly break and could not be fixed with pins in my foot. If surgery were performed, the doctor would place plates on the bone to have it heal properly. With my two biggest competition literally weeks away, I was heartbroken.
I cried and I cried some more. The doctor decided to cast my foot and wait it out for six weeks. If by then the foot did not heal properly, we will begin with the surgery. So as I sat there getting my cast thinking of that reason as to why it happened, I couldnâ€™t find it.
Why now? The timing was just so wrong. Maybe it was a sign to slow down. Maybe there was too much happening too fast. Maybe I needed to focus on something else right now. Whatever it may be, I will continue to stay strong and find ways to lighten the situation.