...so I was all set to run the 5K. I was soooo ready for it. I was even envisioning blogging after the fact how exhilirating it was. How, I blew my last time out of the water! How I hit the mark in 33 minutes! I was there, I did it twice in the week leading up to it.
Only, I didn't run it. I wanted to. I woke up at 4 AM the day of the race wondering if my foot could handle it. I obsessed and tossed and turned and decided I would try. Then I would change my mind and decide I didn't want to risk further injury. I went through that process approximately 72 times before I finally realized that I was being ridiculous and there was no freaking way I was running that day.
Because, the day before, I was helping Kevin get his kayak down so he and Eric could go fishing, and I dropped my side on my foot. 60 ish pounds, straight down, from over my head, and it hurt pretty badly.
The part that really surprised me is how unhappy I was to miss the race. I haven't run since, but I plan to start back up tomorrow. There are plenty more races where that one came from.
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Oh, how annoying! But you did the right thing to skip it! Just plan for another... :)
You will rock the next one!!!
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