Have you ever tried to ignore something bad in hopes that if you live in denial long enough, the problem will disappear? Well, it's time to admit something to my adoring, imaginary readers. I've been trying to deny it for two weeks now, but alas, it was made clear to me last night that I can ignore the issue no longer. I'm freakin' injured, and I can't run the half marathon I'd planned to run in the morning. And I was planning SUCH a great "Point A to Point B: Mile by Mile" post for tomorrow. No joy of competition, no salty Ocean Beach sea spray in my face, no Body Glide on my feet, no getting overly competitive with my friends...my dream of a journey to a new PR is dashed. I won't bore you with the events of the past two weeks, but let's just say it involved an orthopedic PA, a potential stress fracture, pool jogging at the Y with old people with an iPod taped to my head, an orthopedist, a podiatrist, icing my knee while watching LOST, and a heck of a lot of Celebrex. You'd think after that much attention my foot/knee would have healed up nicely, but noooo, no bodily cooperation there.
Dang IT band...why ya gotta be doin' this? You can make it to mile 5 a-okay, but you just CAN'T bother to feel good through mile 6, can you? Don't you know that I am NOT one of those happy-cheer-my-friends-on-the-sidelines kind of gals? It's always better to be IN there, IN the action. So, tomorrow I will run the first couple miles with my buddies, and then cheer them on while I pout on the inside.
At least I can take some good pictures to post on the website tomorrow. Maybe I'll bring water balloons or African bees to the race...that will make things MUCH more interesting/illegal. Get exCITed!
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