Yesterday I got a call from one of my teammates - calling me from mile 21 of the Rock n' Roll Marathon... for encouragement. I was on the sofa, sitting on an ice pack. But man, when she called, something happened to me.
She has the same type of injury that I do. She is 51 years old, but thin, unlike me. Her mother died about 6 months ago. In other words, she hasn't trained. She started the race intending to run 3 or 4 miles, but just kept going. And I watched the live results page online and saw that she finished in 6 and a half hours! (take THAT, Rory Gilfillan!!)
Well, I figured if she could pull 26.2 miles out of her untrained body, surely I can run 13.1 in Anchorage. So, that is what I am going to do.
I ran 3 miles this morning. I bought another ice pack so that I can sit on one at work AND at home! I have been taking my massive dosages of ibuprofen as prescribed. I have been stretching religiously. Taking my muscle relaxers at night. Working on it... I think I can do this.
I just have to. I can stand another 3 weeks of pain. What's another three weeks? Nothing! Ha! I am so happy!