It was the best of times, it was the worst of times…

One of the reasons that I started this blog is because the first 4 days of this marathon journey have already been so eventful that there’s no way that I couldn’t share this with all of you.

On Thursday, December 2nd I got the email that I had been waiting for since early October…I was in! The people at Dana-Farber had read through my application and had made me a member of the 2011 marathon team, even with the poor grammar, possible spelling errors, and run-on sentences!!! WOO HOO! I called to confirm my application and turn over my credit card info to Dana-Farber on Friday! How exciting I thought to myself, “The real training starts this weekend!”

That Sunday I went to my basketball game at the Newton YMCA and everything was great. It was a pretty close game but I was feeling good and planned on hitting the treadmill after the game to get some more serious mileage in to start my “official” marathon training. I was playing defense sliding across the floor like Larry Bird, okay nothing like Larry Bird more like a sad almost 30-year-old woman trying to keep up with this 23/24 year-old athlete who was beating the crap out of me, trying to get a steal when all of the sudden my foot went right over my opponent’s and landed on its side. Now let’s just do a little math I’ve been playing basketball since the 3rd grade, which would make me 8/9. So that means that for over the past 20-21 years I have rolled my ankle I would estimate about 100 times, probably 10 of which resulted in me coming out of a game. So after I rolled my ankle I think that I actually let out a yelp like an old injured dog to which my youthful, quick opponent looked at me with pity in her eyes. The next time my team had possession I came out of the game took my place on the bench and tried so hard not to start crying like a baby. Lucky for me, my friend Lindsay was there cheering us on and she made an excellent nurse who started rubbing ice on my quickly ballooning ankle. Unfortunately we ended up losing the game and I went home to the couch where I spent the remainder of the afternoon with my foot about 3 feet off the couch and on ice.

On Tuesday I went to the Dr., got an x-ray and found out that for the first time in my life…I had broken a bone…I had chipped my ankle! T minus 102 days until the marathon…