I have been in denial about something for the last six weeks or so. On my list of 36 Things I To Do Before Turning 37 is walk/run a half-marathon. The first half-marathon in Tacoma this year is May 2nd. And now there is absolutely zero chance I can walk, let alone run, the Half-Marathon this weekend. I had big goals and I knew I should probably train for the August half instead of the one in May, but I upped my training and ended up with an ankle injury.
I thought it would go away if I "gently" worked it out and iced it and such, but no go. We went on a very mild 3 mile hike while in Tucson and my ankle was killing me the next day. I called my doctor when we got back from the trip and went in and had X-Rays and now she is sending me to a Sports Medicine doctor next Monday with a very high chance of needing an MRI. Sheesh.
I felt so good those first two months of training and now I feel like a sack of rotting potatoes. My husband is still going to run the half and I am very, very jealous. I am just hoping I will not need surgery and that the doctor can get me on an exercise/rehabilitation schedule asap. In the meantime, as you can see, I have been working on my art. So there's always an upside to everything. I don't believe in wallowing in misery and getting all depressed, but I am still bummed I can't exercise. So to all you healthy people that are unmotivated to go for a walk or a bike ride, get off your butt! I think a lot of people take their health for granted. You don't think about it until it is gone!