Yesterday I barely felt my leg at all, so my optimistic bipolar self decided to get her hopes up and think she might be better. WRONG! So silly of me to be so optimistic. Got up early for a test run on the TM, walked .5, ran a mile, cool-down. That dull shin achey pain came back pretty soon after starting to run which I think can only be a stress fracture, and the rest of the day was worse because of the run. I really am going to try and stay optimistic this time. After all, the pain is minimal, ridiculously minimal when not running. Though the doctor might say otherwise, right now I can bike, swim, walk, golf, etc. This does not need to be the depressing horribleness that was last spring. I think I need to learn to love biking as much as I love running. And take up swimming. Then if I loved those things at least a little bit, not being able to run wouldn't be so devastating. I am terribly sad about the CDA half (don't hate me Rachael! You will ROCK it), and the fact that I am probably going to miss the Seattle Rock n Roll for the SECOND year in a row (this is becoming a tradition?) but Hood to Coast still seems a definite possibility. I couldn't get a doctor appointment until Monday since I actually wanted to see a good sports medicine doctor this time. I chose the UW doctors that treat the UW athletes and worked at the Olympics in Vancouver. Later, 35 minutes on the bike. Nope, still don't love that thing.
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