This morning was a quiet morning. My husband left for work very very early and I had no need to get up since the kids are off for the next 5 days. Didn't they just go back to school? Quiet and peaceful it was until I decided that I had to get up as I just couldn't sleep. That was around 7:30. I realized quickly that my leg didn't seem to hurt as much today. That is a milestone. Now take into account that I took Wednesday off from working out but did clean the entire house. However, I have taken days off before where I wasn't pounding on it and it still always hurts. Today it was just a very dull sore. Progress. I could see the joy in my PT's eyes when she asked as she always does, "How's the leg?" Typically my answer, "The same." Not today. Drum Roll Please...."It's Better." I felt hope for the first time in months that maybe things are healing. Maybe I'll get past this. Then after 45 mins of PT it hurt again! But not really that bad. You expect it to hurt after PT. Messing with the injured area for that whole time should cause some pain. But I didn't limp out or wince when I walked down the flight of stairs out to the parking lot. Progress at it's best.
So I took yesterday and today off from the gym after working myself hard for 5 days in a row. Tuesday was tiring. I ran 3 miles, swam 2200m, elliptical for 30 mins then did a circuit core class for an hour. Tomorrow I look forward to scamming my husband into going back to spin class again with me. Anything to make the class more enjoyable for myself. Plus I also convinced him to register for a race with me in two weeks. 2 mile run, 12.4 mile bike, 2 mile run. Should be fun.
We have a holiday weekend upon us. One that typically brings me stress, anxiousness, pain, joy and then pain again in that order. It's Chicago Marathon weekend. Sunday is the marathon. I have done this marathon in 05,07,08. In 06 I chose a different location. This will be the first year in 5 years that I'm not running a marathon. Have to say I'm sad about it. But I know that it was the right choice, seeing that my leg wouldn't make it and I have other goals now. Still Sunday morning will be difficult as I watch the footage on TV. Before I ran my first marathon, I used to watch them on TV, with tears in my eyes, thinking someday I will do that. Sunday I will be sitting there, with tears in my eyes, thinking someday I will be back.
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