After my long run failure yesterday of course I could not stop worrying about next weekend's run and the race to follow. My ankle is killing me and my right knee hurts. Of course I iced and took some IB Profin, but still hurt.
Here comes 1:30 am and the panic. I woke up and could not get back to sleep. I couldn't stop thinking about how much pain I was in during the Seattle Rock N' Roll Marathon because of my tendonitis. But it wasn't just the race I was worrying about, it was my last long run next weekend. I cannot skip it. Yes I've run an 18 miler and a 19 miler, but I just could not mentally get my head around not doing the 21 next weekend. I've already trained farther than I did last season, but I could not get that voice in my head to shut up.
I layed in bed for about a half hour before I got up, took some IB Profin and headed to the living room. Quick roll on my foam roller and I grabbed the frozen corn out of the freezer to ice my ankle. I didn't get back to sleep until a little after 4 am.
Needless to say when my alarm went off at 5:45 am, I was not a happy camper. I called my doctor's office this morning and they are faxing me a referal so that I can go back to my physical therapist. I cannot wait for my appointment on Wednesday. Even if it doesn't do much it makes me feel better to know that I'm doing what I can to get it before it gets really bad.
I haven't crashed yet or even had any caffiene. But as I eat my lunch I'm sure the drowsiness will set in and I'll be longing for my bed. I'm taking tonight off from working out and making sure to R.I.C.E.