Prepare to feel nauseated.
This is sooooo not worth it.
This toe throbs with every step.
L17 was rough. I pulled off 15 miles due to incredibly supportive friends, and my God, and then I had to throw in the towel. My knee almost made me cry, and that's a first.
I am now on a running vacation. I have an appointment with a sports medicine doctor next week, where I intend to beg for a magic wand, or a cortisone shot. I don't know him, and am nervous that he might just tell me that I need to take time off. He will have a crying, mess of a girl in his office if he takes that approach. (In case someone wants to call and warn him.)
So I am going to be in the pool for the next week or two, fighting to stay in shape.
I don't know where this is going.
I don't even know if it's okay to ask for prayers for such a selfish, shallow subject, but....they would be appreciated.
I have done everything I can possibly do to make this happen on my own strength. And I won't quit, but I don't want to get my heart broken. It's all in God's hands now. And that scares me, because he said "No" last time.
Barbara Johnson, one of my favorite Christian authors taught me a prayer in times like these, when you are just SICK of worrying.
I'm there. I hear you, Barbara.
And to the three girls who texted or called me by 9am for moral support, YOU'RE THE BEST! You make this all worthwhile, even the black toenail.
And I am seriously loving that boy that I married. He has been my rock, as usual.
Time to go and ice the leg....