Whenever I'm having a bad day or stuff just isn't going my way, my saying is always "I hate my life". For instance when my dog ralphs on the carpet and I have to clean it up, I always say "Oh I hate my life". Do you ever have a moment or a day where you just feel sorry for yourself for whatever reason? True self pity? Well today is my day!
As you all know I Run. I love running with every fiber of my being, it's my outlet, my stress reliever, and just my plain hobby. I've been having race fever this spring, preparing for the ultimate goal, the Ogden Marathon. I'm also signed up the Salt Lake Half Marathon just for fun ( I heart half-marathons). Anyhow the Ogden Marathon is especially important to me this year because I'm running it with my Dad. Yeah, that's right I said my Dad. Who gets to run a marathon with their old man? Not very many people, but me I get too! We've been doing all our training runs together and have been having a blast. Well during all this I've been having a little pain in my upper shin on the inside. It only hurts for the first few minutes then goes away for the rest of the run, so I wrote it off as a shin splint. This went on for a month, I ran through the pain, because that's what runners do. Well, after my 16 mile run Saturday, it started to bother me when I wasn't running.
So I been talking to Ryan about this forever now and he suggested I go see a sports medicine dr. just to check it out. I saw the dr. today, after an x-ray, ultrasound and assessment he gave me the awful, horrible news that I have a stress fracture. My thoughts being, WTF, I don't deserve this, I've been running forever, I didn't just jump into this and shockingly get injured. For crying outloud, I ran 6 half-marathons, 2 10-k, and a relay just last summer ALONE. I even maintained high mileage during the winter. I was prepared for marathon training! Anyways the dr. gave me the horrible news of not running at all for 4 weeks, that includes nothing high-impact, so no combat class either. I also have to wear a compression sleeve on my leg, but that actually feels dang good.
So this takes me out of the Salt Lake Half Marathon. I could probably run again by Ogden but then I won't be ready because I'll be a newbie runner. No way I could pull off 26.2 miles with all my training thrown aside. Seriously, I hate my life today and I just need to complain and feel bad for myself. As you can see it has been very therapeutic for me to write this all out, so thanks for reading! My husband and my sister already got an earful, and perhaps a few tears too. But there are 2 things that can make me happy, My little Jack and Dairy Queen's new mini blizzard!