Bricks In The Wall

Dr. Ok'd me to run. I was so beside myself I could barely wait to get home and dress to hit the pavement. Adorned in my new fancy calf brace I hit it. I was conservative yesterday on that first run and although it was not totally pain free it was a small victory. 3 interval miles, with great bursts followed by restrained recovery walks. I felt like I'd been a stalled horse and in all honesty it was tremendously difficult not to abandon common sense and push the limits into the realm of utter stupidity.

Amazing how quick reality sets in and pisses all over your cheerios! Tonite was not so positive. I set a 5 slow mile goal. First mile was interval, 2 min run, 1 min walk. 2nd and 3rd miles were steady and slow but the "moo-ing" of my injured calf jerked me rudely back to reality and I ended up intervaling mile 4 and limping home. I could have cried. It was ridiculously slow and a drop in the bucket when facing a 26.2 mile event in less than a month. In spite of my momentary misery, I mounted the bike and logged another 10 miles. If I'm gonna be this slow I better start preparing myself for a lot more continuous hours of consecutive activity.

I gotta remind myself to the give the calf time to catch back up to the rest of my body. Nursing it along will be the hardest challenge yet no doubt! Sometimes the hardest thing is doing what you know you SHOULD do. This is true in all facets of life and a little restraint will go a long way in all things.

I'm praying for common sense :).