I've been busy working, working, working, and frankly, feeling a little sorry for myself as I dealt with yet another stupid injury. Right ankle this time.
Is it my shoe?
My defective anatomy?
What I do know is that my ankle is annoying me and I had to stop running TWICE because of the incredibly sharp pain. I was getting worried I had somehow given myself a stress fracture. The pain is worst when I'm wearing my new shoes....it didn't start until a couple of days after I ran the 30k. I don't THINK the shoe is the problem, but I really don't know. It doesn't seem to be rubbing strangely, doesn't seem to have any sort of abrasive edges.....It doesn't hurt much at all when I'm NOT wearing my running shoes.
Anywhoo, hysteroid that I am, I had a bit of a freak out. I was convinced my body is doing it's best to avoid running 26.2 miles in TWENTY-THREE (OhEmmJee 23!!!) SHORT DAYS.
I'm doing better now.
I've continued training and although the ankle hurts a bit, it seems to feel better after I've gone a couple of miles. So I'm keeping my fingers crossed, applying ice liberally and assuming things are A-Ok. I've set a challenge for myself to do this thing, and I want to finish it. I also feel that I owe it to the wonderful folks who have donated money to the American Cancer Society in my name. Many of them donated because cancer has affected or taken from them someone they love. Lots bigger issues than my various piddly injuries. So one way or another, I'll finish my 26.2!
I'm running 20 miles on Sunday. That will be my final long run before Grandma's! Once I reach that milestone and start my taper, I can commence obsessing about other things, such as:
How am I going to get my oatmeal breakfast if I'm staying in a hotel with no microwave or refrigerator?WHAT am I going to wear? (The weather has been so crappy that I haven't been able to test potential outfits on my long runs.)
Hat or no hat? Sunglasses or no sunglasses?
Should I wear make-up in a vain attempt to look young and vibrant in my finish line photo? (Or will I just end up looking old and haggard per usual, but with pathetic remains of color running down my face??)
You know, the really important stuff.