It's like the Hunger Games. And my left achilles is Katniss.
Hopefully it will make it to the end, too.
Haven't ran since Sunday, which means I've been on a steady diet of carbs and feeling sorry for myself. It feels much better than it did on Monday, and my students have gotten a kick out of me wearing an ice pack on my ankle during lectures. I went to see my ART guy today and he was positive, but still realistic. When I told him Coach E wanted me to run 45 easy, then assess and if I felt good do 45 more with some 3 minute pushes, he said, "Um, no. I don't want you to do that."
He thinks we can still get to the race, though. There's definitely the start of some issues/injury, but he thinks I can still do it. I'm heading back Tuesday for some more work on it.
I just hate to think I've come so far for nothing. But I know it's not nothing...I've built up some great fitness and there will always be another race. I know.
But it sure doesn't make it feel better.
Trying to stay positive over here...gonna meet my superawesome friend Laura tomorrow morning for a nice easy 45 with maybe a trainer ride after as suggested by Coach E. And I'm trying to remember that I've done all my long runs, all my hard runs, everything is in the bank. I just thought I could put a few more deposits in before I needed to withdraw, but hopefully I've got enough saved up to get me there.