Am I the only one who misses Underoos?
Apparently, I am no longer Wonder Woman.
I think I might be a little injured.
Just a little.
I am frustrated and admittedly a little discouraged by this revelation.
The light came on last weekend when I did some weight training and realized that I can easily jump vertically 8 inches or more on my right leg (dunk style), but I can’t even get off the ground on my left. No left legged hopscotch for me. I might be wrong, but I think maybe your legs should be a little more even in this activity.
As you all know, it takes me a while to figure this kind of stuff out. I got another hint today when I tried to run with Beth. I limped out of the house at 6am and Beth said, “Are you sure this is a good idea?” I of course answered confidently, “Oh yeah, it will be fine once I get going.” I mean, really, this tactic has been working since Feburary, so why wouldn’t it work today?
We started to run and I slowly hobbled for a mile and a half before I told Beth to go ahead, I will try to “walk this off” and “catch up to you later”. Yeah, I am pretty sure she didn’t believe me either. So I moved 6.5 miles today, using a method I like to refer to as the run/shuffle/walk/gimp. Repeat.
I see you shaking your head at me, calling me stubborn. Or dense. I might not argue with you.
Here is the thing: I have been hurt before, but never injured. I might not be first across the finish line, but I do eventually get there. The Goofy Challenge Debacle (story coming soon, I promise) proved to me that I can push myself through hours upon hours of discomfort simply for the pleasure of a couple of medals and the joy of getting my picture taken with Minnie Mouse mere seconds before puking up the Cliff Shot Blocks I just tried to ingest.
I will never eat those things again. Ever.
As I have mentioned a bazillion times, my key race this year is Timberman HIM so I don’t want to screw that up. I am a little concerned about the fact that I have the Sugarloaf Marathon scheduled in about a month, and right now, I kind of can’t run very well.
After much thought and consideration, I have decided upon the four possible courses of action:
- Keep beating on it, running along, hoping it will finally submit and realize that it isn’t supposed to be injured. This of course, to me, seems to be the obvious course of action.
- Focus on the bike and swim, let the leg start to heal, then run the Sugarloaf Marathon. Another viable alternative, I guess.
- Pout about being injured and be grumpy. This might be inevitable.
- Ditch the Sugarloaf Marathon, focus on the bike and swim, let the leg heal. Train for Timberman. This is not really an option. I thought I would throw it out there just so you don’t think me a complete nimrod.
Yeah, so you see where I am going with this. With ice on my leg and Advil running through my veins, I will be running the Sugarloaf Marathon in a month. Besides, I hate to disappoint my adoring fan (my mom) who has been eagerly anticipating another season of waiting around for me to finish events. I think she has a stack of books and a lawn chair ready.
Oh, and for the record – if I don’t BQ or PR at Sugarloaf, it is totally because of this calf thing I have, it has nothing to do with my actual training or ability. 🙂