Today, I was excited to do something other than bike…even if was swimming. But then, after a couple laps in the pool, this happened:
The left side filled up with water and was totally un-fixable. I tried swimming with just one eye open, I tried swimming without goggles…nothing was working for me. After about 15 minutes of stop-and-go laps, I begrudgingly threw in the towel. Then, I came home and half-heartedly did some bicep curls. Today was a huge workout failure and I’m totally disappointed in myself. It’s one of those (more and more frequent) nights where I’m questioning everything – should I be doing this? Did I start training too fast? Am I overestimating my athletic ability? If I put my mind to it, CAN I do it? I guess that’s up to me to decide.
I can go out and bike for 4+ hours in a weekend. (This upcoming Saturday calls for 3 hours straight!) I know I can run over 10 miles when healthy. I may not be the best swimmer, but I can hang in there and swim over a mile. I need to remember all these things on days like today when I’m feeling down. My body has taken me SO far and I’m grateful that it remains strong and steady.
I’ll continue to try and muster up a bit more positivity for you all and for myself…I just miss my running. And I’m super envious of everyone who’s out training and tapering and speed-working it up…but also so happy for you guys! Run a mile for me, will you?
It’s been almost a month since my last, measly 6 mile run with my team. Saturday, February 16th.
Naturally my GPS was searching for satellites for the first half mile. And apparently I was distracted for the last .65.
Still, not a bad run for a stress-fractured foot!
So, tomorrow is another day. Hopefully another day closer to running and perhaps a day with a little more optimism.
Now, I just need to come to terms with the fact that I have to be that girl who wears tennis shoes with work clothes.
Oh, you’re still here after all my complaining? Thanks for sticking around! So, fill me in. Have you ever had trouble coming back from injury? Ever not totally on board with what your doctor told you? Do you call them tennis shoes or sneakers?