I can't help but find it slightly funny, ironic, completely and utterly frustrating that when I toe the line (at 6:30 a.m.- half marathons in the summer get the party started early) for my 30th half on Thursday (Happy Birthday America) it will be injured. I will be toeing the starting line for the Red, White and Boom with a tweaked Achilles and some weird (medical term) foot pain in my left foot. Those few brief wonderful trail running days last week did not end well for me as the pain came back and I have grown increasingly frustrated.
In terms of the injury. I have turned to drinking heavily and sulking in the corner, kidding, kidding.....kidding. Instead of freaking out and being frustrated I will continue to ice and take it easy. If I can manage to run on the treadmill without too much pain then I will do that. Or I will strength train. Or do yoga. Or walk the dog. But I will not sit around and pout....too much. Whatever I do I will not feel defeated and that my two marathons in the fall are in jeopardy. Nope, will not do that.
And I will go to one of the best sports doctors around on July 23rd because that is when she had the first opening (she is that good- she has a waiting list). I have decided it is worth waiting to see one of the best since my left foot is always giving me problems. So until the 23rd I will keep calm and carry on as they say (they being the British I believe).
Cheers to 30 half marathons!
How do you deal with injuries?
What crazy goals have you completed lately?