I love my blog readers! You guys are seriously the best!! I love that my writing extends beyond my computer screen. People call me, email and text me about my writings all the time (or lack of). I even got chastised this weekend for NOT blogging when I was supposed to (apparently I help people have a regulated morning... a little TMI but I am so excited they faithfully read!) I promise to be a bit more diligent and please be patient, I'm trying to crank out a book simultaneously for god's sake! :)
Alas, I have bad news. Not only did I hurt myself at Warrior Dash Saturday, I really hurt myself. Yesterdays doc appointment showed two severe sprains (both ankles) and a fractured fibula. Yep, I broke my leg. I didn't realize it because the fibula is a non-weight bearing bone so of course, I kept running anyway.
Which is completely me.
I am so determined. It's not about winning it's just about NOT losing. I don't want to let myself down... ever.
With 25 days to the Hospital Hill 1/2 marathon, I'm in a cast. Fantastic.
Hubs is being the most awesome trooper ever about it. He got up Monday morning and busted out a 5 mile run without me. This weekend he has 8 and I feel immense guilt that I am not running with him. I'm investigating options on how I can trail him somehow just to cheer him on. It's amazing that he is continuing this journey without a partner - I would quit honestly. It's very hard to train independently. Short runs are fine, but long runs without a friend make for some difficult mental moments.
Big kudos to the stud hubs and prayers for his training. If I can figure out how to convince the doc to take this crap off soon enough, I will run with him. Even if I have to walk. If I can run a mile and a half on bum ankles and a broken leg, I can surely run 13.1 slowly on recovered legs.
We shall see.
Happy Tuesday, faithful readers!