… it is in fact, Monday. Again.
For the third time in ten months, I had a weekend without a scheduled long run. I spent most of my time sitting on the couch staring at the walls and fighting the strong urge to carbo-load. Hey, old habits die hard.
Having a relaxing travel & run-free weekend was nice, sure. Some people might even say necessary. But those people are either a) tired of hearing about running or b) tired of hearing about how tired I am, so those people really don’t count.
I’m now one full week removed from NWM, and six short weeks out from the RnR Vegas Marathon. I’m about 96% walking normal, and can [almost] mount and dismount my desk chair without the aid complete reliance on my upper body strength. I’ve come down from the post-race high, spent a few days in “why the F did you do this to yourself?” agony, and am now realistically comfortable with my decision to run another marathon.
Well, most of me is. One part – located on my left side somewhere between my ankle and kneecap – is still being an asshole.
I haven’t run all week. Blah blah blah recovery time, I hear ya. It’s good for me, it’s good for my body to rest. Yeah, whatever, I know. But I’VE GOT ANOTHER RACE TO PREP FOR. AND I PLAN ON PR’ING (again). AND THEN I PLAN ON HANGING UP MY FULL MARY SHOES SO I HAVE TO GO OUT WITH A BANG! DO YOU UNDERSTAND??
I’m leaving town for a couple days. I’m not running away from my problems, I promise – it’s for work. But if said problem has not begun rectifying itself my the time I get back, we’re going to the doctor. That’s how serious I am, Shin – I’m $20 copay serious. Get your shit together.
B thinks if someone else tells me to rest & ice I’ll bitch about it less. He’s wrong, but if he’s looking forward to the part where I begin drinking my feelings, he’s only a few short days away.
p.s. Dear fellow Southern Californians : I’m taking the blame for the gloomy, rainy nastiness we’ve had here the past 9 days. Obv my foul mood is being reflected by the weather. Sowwy.