Sigh. So here's why...I felt great after Sunday's run (8 miles for those of you keeping track), but had a bad flare of PTT pain by Monday morning. Like a "limping up the stairs, needs lots of ice and ibuprofen" flare. It was the first day that I confronted the idea that I might not be able to run the race. I'll be honest - I cried.
For those of you who have been with me since the start of this journey, you know all the reasons I decided to do this, why I chose the charity I'm raising money for, what it's meant to ME to start running. I will be absolutely gutted if I can't finish this. My friends, my family, my coworkers who have supported me...my running partners...myself...disappointed.
Here's the thing...the Marine Corps Marathon is in 73 days. I'm *almost* at the critical deciding point in training. So I have been pep-talking myself all week. Stretching. Walking.
I'm going to PT this afternoon and I am hoping that Sarah can work her magic and un-knot me so I can run tonight. Keep your fingers crossed for me...I'm not out yet.
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