I have not done any running in 5 days. Yup, you read that right. 5 days.
Last Tuesday, I tweaked something in my leg or knee or something. It hurt. But not terribly. Thursday it hurt a little more, and then on the day of my 10k (6.2 miles) race, it hurt more, but I pushed through and made the pace goal I had set for myself, regardless of the pain.
But after that race, that race full of hills, I hobbled around a fair amount. But refused to admit how much it hurt. But Wednesday I tried to run again and there was no denying it.
And I was so scared. So scared I had injured myself permanently and wouldn’t run again. Running is how I manage the bipolar. It is more effective than any medication they have yet to try. Nothing compares to it, really.
I cried a bit on Wednesday.
Thursday I was more scared. Finally, it came out in a jumble of emotions with my hubby. Tears came as I finally admitted how badly it hurt and how scared I was. He urged me to relax, keep stretching and add some ibuprofen to the mix.
I was a little reassured, but he hasn’t run in a long time and what if he was just saying that to get me to stop crying?
So I talked to my cousin about it. She echoed his sentiments and reassured me it has happened to her several times and was by no means a running stopper.
And I breathed a sigh of relief as she assured me it meant I was a real runner!! And realized this was the perfect time to be sidelined as we were away at a Homeschooling conference all weekend and there was no time to run anyway…but now I home and I am ready for this knee/calf to chill out and let me get back to the business of pounding the pavement.
Today is again busy, with a very special project, but tomorrow, tomorrow I am really hoping to run. It has been too long.