It's hard to believe this was me 10 days ago after a 17 mile run.
Now I can't run 2 miles and I look like grouchy smurf when I'm done. Not a good look for me.
I do think my hip is healing but I want it better, now.
I feel like I trained so careful; taking care not to do too much to soon or train to hard for too long, etc.
I trained smart.
I suffered through the worst summer I have ever trained in, enduring long, slow, sweaty runs. It was miserable.
I held on to the hope that if I made it through the summer, fall would bring back the joy of running.
Fall running is here and I got no joy.
70 degrees at 5am feels amazing. AMAZING.
Not being able to run feels less than amazing, it feels like I was duped.
I finally get a break in the weather and I can't make it around the block.
Pity, party of one.
I don't mean to be a downer and I am so, so grateful I wasn't hurt worse but a girls gotta vent and cry a little sometimes.
Or go face down in a pie with a bottle of whiskey.
We all cope differently.
My buddy JoDee swung by my house with some pie for my pity party. I supplied the whiskey.
I'm trying to not let this get me down and thanks to JoDee I have extra sugar but I'm bummed.
I know this isn't the end of the world. I know I will get better. It's just hard to let go of the way I thought these last 2 months would play out. I envisioned cool temps with great rides and glorious runs. I pictured going into Ironman ready and pumped to put all my stellar training into action.
I had a dream man!
Only time will tell how this will play out but I plan to