All good things come to an end – either a temporary hiccup or a big ass road block rerouting your whole freaking plan and smashing your hopes and dreams and…
Ok I’m stopping now before I get way overly dramatic. It’s not THAT bad, I promise.
My achilles hurts. That’s all.
thanks, wikipedia, for the canvas for another beautiful MSPaint masterpiece
At the track on Tuesday my ankle felt stiff – not sore or painful, just like it needed cracked or something. It wasn’t bothering me a ton, but as the day went on it got progressively tighter. By Wednesday, I was hobbling around like a gimp scared that one wrong move would snap the little bitch in half.
I’m not a doctor, but tendons aren’t supposed to feel like dry, unstretchy rubberbands I don’t think.
Yesterday’s disaster tweet after my .1 mile run (and fuming/scared/pissed walk home) sent the FasterBunny into full-blown protective “coach” mode.
I <3 you, Margot, but please don’t scare me with your “concerns”. They make me nervous.
I’m fine – see! I’m fixing it! And I’m not freaking out. Really. It’s fine.
No really. Totally not freaking out.
And that whole “no running” part? Can we get over that? I’ve got 22 miles to run this weekend, part of which will be at the Hot Chocolate 15k.
I mean, whatever. It’s just the longest long run of my training plan. Who needs a healthy hoof for that? 3 hours isn’t that long to be in pain.
Most importantly, SOMEBODY is coming into town that isn’t really going to be cool with eliminating sweaty, heart-pumping, healthy-achilles-required activities from our itinerary…
You heard SweatyEmily, foot. Figure that shit out.
Who else is running/racing/broken this weekend?? I’m hoping they have an extra special vicodin-spiked hot chocolate ready for me at the finish line Sunday…
I don’t know why I feel compelled to disclaimer this post, but in the essence of being a responsible human/blogger/runner, I’ll tell y’all that I won’t run if I really am that injured. Pinky promise. Please don’t call the Disabled List Police on me or send me to Painkiller Anon. I’m not very smart but I’m not that dumb.