|Chili Mac'n'Cheese. So bad for you. So yum.|
I ate that entire portion, and was so disgusted with myself at the end. But it was oh so good. I can't figure out how to rotate the image, so you'll have to rotate your computer screen. Or your head. That might be easier.
I'm still hobbling around today, almost 4 days after my long run. I'm concerned, so I've made an appointment with a podiatrist. Hopefully this podiatrist will be better than the podiatrist that my husband went to see, who responded with incredulity to my husband's report of his recent run, "What?! You ran seven miles?! With your feet?!??" Ok, maybe he didn't say that last bit, but thats how my husband tells the story, and its so funny. The podiatrist I am going to see has ran a marathon and handful of local races, plus she hiked Mt. Kilimanjaro with a broken foot. I'm taking that to mean she's not afraid to push her boundaries, and not that she didn't know her foot was broken (despite all my husband's joking).
Hopefully this doc can tell me whats wrong. I know what I did wrong--went too hard too soon--but I want to know what I injured, how long it will take to heal, and less importantly, if I can run my 10-mile race on Sunday. Ok, maybe that last bit is the real reason I made an appointment...because I've already paid the fee and picked up the shirt!!!! I don't want to DNS (do not start), but I'm bracing myself for the news that I will have to rest, rest, rest.
And I find it so ironic that all of the podcasts I listened to today and all the blog posts I read have the same theme: Don't think you are superhuman. Listen to your body and know when to pull back and know when to rest. Ok, running gods! I get it! Please let me run again!!
Le sigh. Seriously though. I do get it. I hope I haven't done any major damage, but I am definitely taking it slower from here on out. I recognize that I am not superhuman, even though I have the cape that suggests otherwise.