Every Step is SUWEEET!

When you’ve been stuck in a cast, boot, and wrap for 6 months you have a newfound appreciation for every single precious step. Putting one foot in front of the other without a weird hobble or piercing pain is truly something to cherish. I don’t mean to sound so poetic but when something you love to do so much gets taken away from you, it’s hard not to feel trapped. And when you get it back, you love it more than you’ve ever loved it before. I’m talking about RUNNING!

I had a doctor’s appointment yesterday after I broke my fibula in January 2015. Turns out this was my last fibula-related appointment because the doctor said the bone has finally healed! I could’ve jumped up and hugged her. I asked her if this means I can run and jump. And she said yes! I asked her again. And she said yes again! I couldn’t believe it!

I was so used to hearing all the things I “couldn’t” do so I was thrilled to hear that I “can.”

I stopped going to physical therapy about two weeks prior to this appointment because it was getting waaaaay too expensive. But I learned the importance of stretching and massaging my calves and ankles. So I was able to graduate from doing nothing to pilates and yoga classes and I have been thoroughly enjoying breaking a sweat and feeling sore for a change.

But to run means I can finally feel the breeze in my hair, woosh past beautiful scenes, and join in on all the fun in nature. So that’s exactly what I did. As soon as my doctor told me the good news, I had to race to  my fiance’s doctor’s appointment because he had knee surgery scheduled. Between his knee and my foot, we really do keep doctors busy. #HotMesses

As soon as his knee surgery was complete (the surgeon had to remove some extra plica from behind his kneecap) I took him to law school. Yes, he had to attend class after surgery! It was Day 2 of summer school for his very first class at Cal Western so he couldn’t miss it. I felt like a proud (yet very worried) mother when I dropped him off at school.


Here is his knee in class. See why I was a bit worried? So to kill some time and ease my worries, I went straight to the beach!

I ran and ran and ran… well, a total of 30 minutes. I didn’t want to overdo it. But cruising the coast again on my own two feet felt sinful. I didn’t feel any aches and pains other than some soreness to the muscles that hadn’t been used in half a freaken year! And the freedom felt exhilarating! For those of you who CAN run, walk, sit, stand, stretch… be grateful. And if you hate running, let me know and I’ll do my best to convince you otherwise hehe.


Sorry about the blur but it was just after sunset and I couldn’t resist trying to get a photo of the beach. The boardwalk in Pacific Beach is one of the funnest places to go for a jaunt.



Neda Iranpour

About the Author

Neda is an Emmy-award winning evening Anchor in San Diego, a cyclist, a marathon runner, a WBFF Pro & a member of the vegan club. She loves to share stories, including her own!