I’ve been poppin’ Greek yogurts, peanut butter, and eggs like a maniac these past few days. They’ve been my drug of choice for healing my bum knee. I’m tempted to slather it directly on my knee, wrap it up, and hope it heals through osmosis.
I haven’t run for 4 days now. It seems to be doing better, but I can’t walk up stairs without pain, so I know I’m not ready to run. I broke down last night and cried. I am so incredibly sad about the possibility of not being able to run the half marathon in three weeks. I’m trying to stay positive though. Just bought my third pair of shooz. My gut tells me that was part of the problem. I’m also pretty sure my lazy stretching after my long runs was a big part of it. Every article I’ve read seems to confirm that as well.
I’ve been told that Tuesday will be my “coming out” day at work. They must first break the news to the lying auditor who also applied for the position. Once that is done I will officially be the Guest Service Supervisor. I’m excited to assume the role, but right now, I don’t know how many more responsibilities I can take on. Training two people at once has been exhausting. We’ve been quite busy at work, and without having another experienced person at the desk to help out, everything falls to me. The trainees try to help, but they end up needing my help. I’m quite patient on the outside, but inside I just want to take a break. This week, because I’ve requested a real weekend off, I am scheduled 8 days in a row. Yeah – I’m exhausted – and the couch is calling.
I am really looking forward to the weekend though – sort of. Saturday will be our 22nd wedding anniversary. We’re going to replicate our first date by going to a comedy club in St. Louis. We’ll stay the night at one of my hotels and then head home on Sunday. That part I’m very excited about. What’s bringing me down, is I have been looking forward to running a 10 mile race on Saturday morning. Hubby would come cheer me on. I’d get some experience of a long race a few weeks before the half-marathon. And I’d have the rest of the weekend to spend time with my hubby. It was gonna be perfect.
I know. I’m whining again.
I haven’t ruled the race out, but I’m certainly not expecting to run. If I can, I will. If there’s even a slight twinge, I won’t.
Continue sending juju my way. Things are getting better, so it must be working!