A colleague recommended the place I went and it was excellent. On my intake form, I always note my bilateral fasciotomies as a past injury, and it never fails that the massage therapist wants to know about it. I mean, they know so much about muscle and fascia, I understand the intrigue!
Anyway, after I finished telling her about my CECS and fasciotomies, she asked when all that was. I said, "2017" and she said, "Wow, you're almost at 10 years!"
That is so hard for me to wrap my head around! It doesn't feel like just yesterday, but I'd say it feels like five years ago, maybe. But then I realize we've been in Seattle for almost five years now, so that math doesn't check out!
For two or three years after my surgeries, I worried that every ache or tightness in my calves was a sign of regression. I started every run with a feeling of testing the waters, a sense of uncertainty and hope that it would be pain-free. Now, I don't even think about the possibility of relapse when I'm running through pain for four straight miles, like I did earlier this week. The thought of compartment syndrome didn't even cross my mind!
I remember the year of getting my diagnosis and struggling to run and how never-ending it felt; then waiting for surgery, and the long road to recovery. I remember writing blog posts titled things like "I'm sick of talking about this" and feeling so dejected that the only running update I had to offer was that I was still in pain.
Now I'm racing again; I'm training for two 10ks and considering a half marathon in October.
It's hard to believe that that time is well and truly in the rearview mirror now. It's a good reminder that sometimes a situation feels like the end of the world, but time keeps moving forward even when you feel stuck. And eventually, every situation resolves...one way or another.
Ali
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