One might think I’m eating a little crow. Or my hat, shoe, dirt or simply just my words. I’m not, really, but here’s why one might think so.
In a more edgy tone than normal, last column I gushed about CrossFit and wrote this: “CrossFit sometimes finds itself in the center of controversy. It’s too hard; it’s dangerous; it’s causing people to get sick or injured. Rubbish. Like everything else, don’t believe the headlines alone. Bad coaching injures people; stupid people injure themselves. The truth is CrossFit enjoys much more successes than failures, and sports like football and soccer cause more injuries per player.”
The morning before the column ran, I was injured while jumping rope in a CrossFit competition. On my third jump, the one where I was bringing the rope under me twice — called a “double-under” — I felt an enormous POP. Then I came down and felt an odd, tingly, spongy feeling in my foot. For a second, I had no idea what happened. I wondered what had been thrown at me. Turns out, the tendon in my heel — termed the “Achilles” tendon — had snapped. Just snapped. It felt as if my foot were dangling, which, in some ways, it is.
After about 48 hours of icing and resting my calf, I saw two doctors who confirmed — for a total of $230 — what I already knew. The tendon, more accurately called the “calcaneus” tendon, is snapped, and the best way to repair it is surgically.
I hate surgery; it’s so gruesome and impersonal and rough and just, well, UNNATURAL. But I decided on surgery, as that’s really the best way to put the tendon back together and help ensure it stays that way. Think two ends of a thick rubber band reunited by sutures. On Tuesday, I’ll be put under and fixed up.