stretching next to mama
The marathon is ten days away and I'm feeling mostly anxious. I had been feeling fine the whole three months of training. No injuries, and besides the struggle to get back into shape at the beginning I was feeling pretty confident. Three weeks ago I ran 18 miles and up until mile 16 I felt awesome. I was running a faster pace than I had for any long run and was feeling ready for the race. Then my knee started really bothering me and I ended up walking the last mile. Since then I've struggled to run without pain and have barely run the last two weeks in hopes of my knee healing. I've gone to a chiropractor twice and am going again tomorrow. I've been stretching and icing and resting as much as possible. And a whole lot of praying too.
I am frustrated and mad that I did all this training and got injured so close to race day. I've put so much time and energy into training the last four months and it's hard to think that I can't run as fast as I've been training. I am determined to run and finish but know the chances of me running the pace I've been training is slim. I'm working on letting it go and knowing that these things are out of my control, but it's hard for me not to be mad and feel like I wasted all my hard work.
I hesitate to sound like a whiner and complainer and I know in the grand scheme of things and life, this is a small problem but it is currently consuming my thoughts and daily attitude. I'm ready for the marathon to be over and to move on!
at least someone is enjoying the foam roller