Sad Face

I'm usually kind of a Pollyanna-type girl. You know -  glass half full, the sun will come out tomorrow, etc. Right now, however, I'm feeling much more like Oscar the Grouch.  

After months of training (albeit with quite a few ups and downs), lots of stretching, hours of icing and a band-aid or two the race is just 2 weeks away - and I'm injured.  

Last weekend my shins flared up so badly I was barely able to walk up the stairs, let alone run anywhere.  I took a few days off (even from cycling and walking Scout) hoping it would make a difference but a few hours after my run with Meghan on Tuesday I was in pain again.  After my workout with Callie on Thursday, where we did virtually nothing plyometric, I had to ice just to get to the bus stop. They hurt even when I wasn't putting any pressure on them (like when I was laying in bed whining to the Spicy Chicken).

I gave in and called the doctor.  He didn't tell me anything I didn't already know - it's probably just shin splints - rest for a few days - put ice on it - take some ibuprofen... 

The thing is, I don't have time to rest.  The race is just two weeks away!  I've been working so hard for this and now I find myself wondering if I will be able to do it at all.   I know it's just a race but it was a serious goal for me.  I want my girls to see that even though it wasn't easy I put my mind (and body) into it and that I can succeed at it.  I want to carry Chrissy's memory across that finish line with me.  I want to do it.

And you know I will.  Even if I have to load up on ibuprofen before the race, walk more miles than I run and spend the three days following the race with my legs in buckets of ice -  I'm going to do it.  (Just make sure you keep that glass of tequila more than half full for me at the beach, friends, because I'm going to need it!).