Don’t even bother reading this. I’m sick of my own whining.
The idea that one can take two complete weeks off from running — RICE-ing religiously in the meantime — and then be back to the Injury Management Drawing Board after one glacially-paced jog is completely beyond my powers of comprehension.
How did this happen? How did I let this happen? Why can’t I take my own advice? Didn’t I see this coming?
Sidenote: There’s a 10K this Saturday. A 10K. Wow. Remember when I wanted to break 40:00 at this race?
Now I won’t even be on the line.
Every weekend in April, May, June, July. Races.
Racing! I dreamed about this all winter.
Further channeling my inner two-year-old, it dismantles me that the running and racing world continues whether or not I am healthy enough to participate. Personally, I feel it would be best for all races to be canceled until I can run in them. And I want it to stop being so beautiful outside. And I want the daylight to stop galloping back. Let’s go back to having it be gross and ugly and dark out so that I’ll feel better about being stuck inside going braindead on the cross-training machines. Can we arrange that?
What am I doing wrong here? I don’t think it was unreasonable to test things out after two weeks. With a muscular(?) injury, you eventually have to take a risk and see how things go, right? Turns out things didn’t go very well.
I need to grow the heck up and figure out a way to mentally manage this without having an existential crisis and/or morphing into one of those shrieking toddlers in the grocery checkout aisle.