I ran tonight even though I’ve been saying how smart I am lately for not running. Before you tell me how terrible of an idea that was, let me explain a little bit. I was scared to run. That’s how I knew I needed to try.
Doesn’t really make sense, right? Well, I guess I just felt like I needed to test the waters before Saturday. The main reason I wanted to go ahead and run was because I was starting to psych myself out. I think if I would have waited until the race on Saturday, I would have been way too nervous to actually go through with it. You know how if you worry about something long enough the worry starts to take a life of its own? That was happening. I also just decided that if the pain is going to get worse, I’d rather have it happen now. I can just see me half way through the race having to start hobbling towards the finish line. And that would be one long, painful hobble of shame.
Oh, and because I was already attempting one thing I knew would be a little tough for me, I went ahead and threw in my biggest frenemy. Pull ups. I hate them so much it almost makes me love them. I’m still stuck at 3.5 if you’re wondering.
The good news is that the run was definitely not as scary as I made it out to be in my mind. My foot is only a tiny bit more sore than before I ran, so I consider that a good sign. All things considered, I still think I’ll manage to do decently well on Saturday. Then I’ll work on having a pain-free foot and less-weak arms. I mean, I’m not freaking Superman. One thing at a time, guys.
In honor of my cheesy quote above, here are some other gems I found on the internet recently.
And then this one, which is 100% accurate. Obviously only before I’ve had coffee, though. Afterwards, I love everything and everyone.
I’m heading off to bed now in the hopes that some rest will mean a happy foot tomorrow. Now I’m totally going to dream about penguins. I don’t care who you are, Happy Feet is a classic. Hope y’all have a great night!