wtf

Day of Rest

Ok. Today, I am breaking my promise to myself. The promise that said I will not use this blog for mindless chatter or ranting. I am going to rant. My blog, my prerogative.

I have extensor tendinitis. In my right foot. It juuuuuust started on Sunday. Yesterday, I ran 9ish miles on a tough up and down trail, thus slamming it against the wall, sucker punching it, feeding it some sour milk, and stealing its lunch money.

Now I can't run. For a week. And guess what? I have a half marathon NEXT SATURDAY.

There are some steps I can take. I'm going to go ahead and get some new running shoes, even though these ones are newish, because they've been through a marathon, two drenching rain runs, and a few 17-20 mile runs.

I'm pissed at myself a little for not STOPPING yesterday when the pain FIRST happened and STUPIDLY assuming that it would disappear if I just wished it so. The scientology method of runners rehab. Or the Jiminy Cricket method. They are interchangeable.

Unfortunately, neither Tom Cruise nor the Good Fairy (are they also interchangeable?) will swoop in to the rescue.

I'm just sick of it. I'm sick and tired of being injured, even slightly, in one way or another. I'm sick of icing things and elevating things and not being able to simply full throttle it. Especially now that the weather is gorgeous.

My main consolation is the bike, which will keep me going heart wise until the big day, and to be honest, it actually could be a GOOD thing, because it will let my running muscles have more time off post marathon (they too were feeling a little beat up last night).

But please please please, CAN'T I JUST BE BETTER ALREADY AND STOP WRITING ALL OF THESE RUNNING BLOG ENTRIES ABOUT HOW I CAN'T RUN???

And scene.