I started writing a post about how I missed class Monday (which I will be making up on Friday) due to work and how I'm struggling to find balance...blah - blah - blah
I changed my mind on posting it, however, because one of my goals for this blog was to be real and honest. While that post was both of those things, it's not how I'm feeling right now. Right now I'm grumpy, frustrated and in pain because in the middle of a great workout this morning I f'd up my hip flexor again. I hoped maybe it was just a little twinge, but by the time we were done I was in a lot of pain and I knew it wasn't good.
Don't feel too sorry for me - it's nothing that a lot of ice and a little rest won't fix. It does, however, really piss me off because I feel like every time I get momentum I end up hurting something and it pushes me back down. I know that what I need to do - have to do - is just jump back up again, but sometimes it's okay to just sit and pout, right? Okay, maybe not.
It's actually been awhile since I've had an injury, so I probably should've expected this would happen, but it doesn't come at a welcome time. The holidays are around the corner and exercise such a key stress reducer for me, not to mention all the necessary calorie burning (egg nog, anyone?). And I'm heading home to White Bear in less than two weeks. I was kind of hoping to drop a few extra lbs before then. Silly, I know, but true.
I also came to the conclusion this week that my body is just not ready for the 10K I was planning on doing on Thanksgiving Day. I'll still be running that morning, but only a 5K. M, my dad are going to run/walk it. My BFF (the beautiful, skinny marathoner!) and her family are joining in and so is another childhood friend, so it will be a blast. But I still can't tell you how much I hate that I had to back off one of my goals.