Which is not nearly as harmful as absentee parents but somewhat less convenient than absentee voting (which by the way, King County, you have taken all the freaking convenience out of, but naturally, I digress).
This is not a happy post for me to write. I’m trying desperately to stay out of the Funk that I feel swirling around me.
So here goes.
I can’t run the full Seattle Marathon in November.
I had a 14 mile training run on Monday and it was ugly. I made it 10 miles before my knee buckled under me and I had to limp home (tried calling Hubs exactly 1983457014857 times for him to come and pick me up, but it didn’t happen). I could put absolutely no weight on it for more than 10 minutes. My knee is in no shape to be running more than double that distance in a few short weeks.
I’ve already started a strict round of PT and I will continue to run. I’m now debating whether to run the half or walk the full. And by debating, I mean that I’m going to run the half and not walk the full.
I’m trying not to let this eat me up too much. For the most part it isn’t, simply because I’m so busy. I hate not being able to follow through with goals. But as my more practical half (that would be Hubs- no part of me is practical) has repeated numerous times over the last few days, it’s better to postpone meeting the marathon goal for a while than to do permanent damage to my knee and not be able to run for months or years or ever. Right?