If I’ve learned anything since starting this little ole blog is that whatever I type I will have to retype later because it will change. There has been at least three marathons that I was planning on running and either didn’t or switched to a different race and that’s just the big events. So when I wrote that I was running the Wicked 10K race next weekend, I should have known better. What’s the saying about best laid plans?
Have you noticed what I’m not doing in the picture below? I’m not running; that’s what I’m not doing. An Elliptigo date with a good friend at the gorgeous oceanfront is wonderful but it’s not quite the same as running.
As you can guess, my follow up appointment with my doctor did not go how I wanted. 95% of me thought I would walk out of there with a green light to run away as much as I wanted. Sadly that other 5% happened to win out. An x-ray showed my body needed more rest so I left the office with very strict instructions not to run again for three more weeks.
One of my best friends (a runner who gets it) said “Maybe you should just not run until January 1st because this has not been your year!” She made me laugh. And laugh is all I can do. There is no point in wallowing in frustration. Initially I was a bit blown away thinking my pain was not a big deal. Such denial. So the shock of another three weeks off got to me. I sent overly dramatic texts to my coach and best friends, which I now regret. Luckily by the time I got to chat with the Mr. I had a better perspective and was able to joke about the extra tv time I’ll now have. I know three weeks is not a big deal. If my worst problem right now is that I can’t run, then I’m a lucky girl.
Have a great week everyone and as always, thanks for your support. Run some miles for me. xoxo!