everyone says i should enjoy the recovery time. i think this is a crock. i keep trying to embrace the downtime. be one with it. i mean maybe, just maybe if i could get out and run more than two miles at a time without my knee hurting like a mother, i could handle this grinding halt of all things runningtrainingschedule-related much better. but i've become a statistic. one of those post marathon injury statistics. i've been on the google, i've talked to friends. i have self diagnosed & think i know what it is. crazy common and totally fixable - which is all well and good, but i want it fixed right NOW. or, how about NOW. physical therapy is on friday. friday can't get here fast enough. because right now, my whole body, mind and heart are just screaming to run. and i mean screaming. i'm trying to be a grownup, but instead i've been reduced to a big whinybabypeepeepants. i'm not proud of this. i am trying to realize that these things happen and be okay with it. and in the grand scheme of things, this is nothing. its' a little tiny blip. my husband tries to explain that i should be thankful that i just got through 30 weeks of training and two marathons without any injuries. its just like him to look at the bright side, when i am busy looking at my half empty glass. so i now find myself in a perpetual state of mad. in fact, i might explode soon. this post marathon thing wouldn't be so bad if i could just go out for a run.
i can't do that.
it hurts too much.