— RosesDaughter (@RosesDaughter) September 25, 2012
Yeah. Ummmm no.
So when I went to bed last night, I had running on the TOP of my to do list for the day. After all, I hadn’t run in 6 whole days. I meant to on Saturday morning, before I got everything done, but C Dub was up and out of the house to go play golf before I could roll over good. His excuse was that I was working Sunday so he only had one day to relax. My day ended up being a hazy blur with Pookah that involved shopping for clothes, missed naps, poop on my white carpet and drinking Starbucks frantically in my car when he finally passed out.
Sunday I worked, Monday I worked…
So today, I was determined. Drop Pookah off at school, come back home, run.
I put it off and put it off until around 12 when after giving myself a pep talk and stretching, I finally decided to get up and go.
Well. That didn’t go so well. It’s my knees you see. I noticed when I started back running that my knees were killing me when I ran. And after I ran. I iced them down, took Motrin, stretched, got a massage….
It got better, especially after I lost about 7 pounds.
But I was left with this…stiffness.
I feel like my knees are 100 years old with rusty, creaking hinges. They don’t bend well, they feel heavy, and it still hurts when I run.
What is a girl who is supposed to be running a half marathon in approximately 5 months to do??? I tried a run/walk method today just to get me through, but I just feel like I’m starting over again.
I feel defeated. Unsure. Insecure. A Failure.
And in the grand scheme of things, I realize that this is just one day. And that at least I kept moving and didn’t just turn around and come home. But a lot of things in my life haven’t been going my way, so this was just the ice cream on the nasty ass cake.
I’m done for today. I would try again tomorrow, but I do have to work for 12 hours AGAIN tomorrow. So no run for me. I’ll try again Thursday. Maybe. Probably. I have to.