I have a confession to make. I often write my Training Tuesday posts on Sunday night and schedule them for Tuesday. Since they reflect the previous Monday through Sunday, I figure, what's the big deal?
Well, sometimes things happen on Monday that throw everything off. This Monday was one of those days. I went out for my scheduled 6 mile easy run and 1.5 in I knew something wasn't right with my ass. (I know, my ass is both a hot mess and hot, so work with me here people.) Instead of doing the smart thing and turning around to walk home, I kept running. I finished my 6 miles and now I'm here....
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Wouldn't you know it, I also forgot to bring my paddles. My ass is seriously fraked up and so is my opposite ankle. The chiro I saw yesterday thinks they are related. My ankle has been bugging me literally for over a year but I just deal with it. It gets locked up and tight but usually a mile into my runs, it's fine. Monday it wasn't fine and I think I changed my gait enough to deal with it that it made the issue with my hass flair back up. So now....
I've been resting, rolling, icing, heating and stretching. I didn't lift Tuesday and I didn't run on Wednesday. I probably won't lift today either. You see, I have this little 200 mile relay to start running tomorrow and there's no way in hell I'm letting my team down. I just hope I can suck it up and complete my 18 miles.
At the very least, I'll be colorful as I tread water down Schitt Creek. Just pray I don't hear banjos.
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