I think I'm injured. Those of you who've read this blog for awhile know why I just apologized now don't you? Feel free to stop reading..... It's not going to get better I promise you.
Running has been GREAT! Easy, no major issues, just me and my shoes out there pounding the pavement.
San Francisco is in 3 weeks.
I've scheduled a 20 miler for Friday.
I ran a 6:12 mile last night which a new PR.
Oh and NOW MY STUPID IT BAND DECIDES TO ACT UP! And it's not even in my normal bad leg. It's in my left leg. My good leg. My favorite leg. The leg that doesn't give me any problems! That makes it even worse! It's like the good son getting into trouble, don't know what to do, it's just not supposed to happen.
I've given it 2 days to get better.
I've got a 20 miler Friday morning and I'm NOT missing it for a stupid ITB problem. I iced and stretched it last night and iced it three times today at work. That's right, I was looking fabulous with the leg of my slacks pulled up to my thigh rubbing a Dixie cup of ice on my knee while working on the computer. Mostly people just laughed at my boots. I guess boots on a bare leg is funny, go figure.
So as you can see this is the beginning of a sequence of events that, after much frustration and cursing, leads to my eventual acceptance of the fact that I can't run but only after I've made the injury worse and prolonged the recovery. The fact that I acknowledge this sequence of events proves I'm not insane however. Insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results. I do the same thing over and over and whole heartedly accept the outcome will be the same each time. See!? I'm good.
That's just how Willie rolls! Deal with it!
Thanks for listening