I was going to link up to Miscellany Monday with Carissa, but I am going to whine and sulk for a little bit...no really, I was going to revisit some of my goals that I so loudly stated in January. Which I think I still will, just not today. But some day this week I will. Today I am going to touch on one of my goals...running a half marathon. There are two reasons why I want to run this half...
#1- Last year while snacking and watching "The Biggest Loser", classy, right, well at least I am honest, I was watching these larger people running a full marathon and truthfully I thought, "if they can run 26.2 miles, surely I can run 13.1 miles." Am I right?! I mean c'mon, those contestants are super inspirational!
#2- The biggest reason I wanted to run this half marathon is because this year I will have lived half my life without my brother. I was 14 when he died, and the anniversary of his death is in July. So 14 years with him, 14 years without him...half my life. I have been able to do more and experience more then my brother ever did in his short 22 years on this earth. Running a half marathon is something I never thought I would do, but I am going to. I am doing it for my brother.
Now the real kicker comes in, the whining and sulking...I hurt my knee. About a month ago I experienced come excruciating pain while running. So I did what any novice runner would do, rest, then run again, my knee hurts, rest, then run again. I have done this cycle for over 4 weeks now, and it finally caught up with me on Saturday. I literally could not run any more, like my knee could not, would not even make a slight running motion, it just couldn't, it just hung there. It's painful and I finally broke down and went to the doctor today. They don't believe I have torn anything, or totally ruined it, but I have to rest for a good long while. This little rest hiatus does not play well into the running plan. Like it doesn't play into it at all. So now I am stuck, I don't want to blow my knee out, but I also want to finish something I started, I don't want to be a quitter. And this all goes beyond some silly race, I just want to finish something, I want to reach my goal.
So my prayer is after rest, ice, and medication my knee is miraculously healed to run this race Sept. 1. The doctor said probably not, but who knows. I am at least going to go out trying. So tonight I am sulking and eating a brownie, tomorrow I rest, pray, and start my at home physical therapy.
Thanks for listening friends...I promise the rest of my posts will be more uplifting this week!