The shit is hitting the fan. My ankles and heels are worse then ever, and then today I threw my back out. I am so very, very discouraged that the closer I've gotten to the event, the worse I've felt. Maybe this is the way my body is forcing me to take rest this week? I literally can't do anything else.
I did 8 miles on Saturday, in 28*F weather and snow. I fell once on black ice, and got a couple hives on my thighs from the cold. Overall, I felt good, and clocked a 15 minute mile pace. Why so slow, you ask? Because I walked almost all of it. Between the slippery conditions and the pain in my legs, it just seemed like the smart thing to do. I still logged the "foot time", so I'm counting it.
I asked a few runner friends, and they said it's normal to get frustrated/bored/antsy at this stage of the training game, with the event so close. Still, I think I would be happy as a clam if my body would just cooperate. I love running; I had being in pain because of it.
To end on a positive note, I still try to hold the mantra "run with joy" in my head as I do my training. The shittiest day out on the roads is better than the best day in a sick bed. I am trying to be always thankful.
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