Wednesday, April 07, 2010

So last Wensday Grace tried to kill me...I thought I had escaped without injury.

Turns out not so much.

Thursday I was scheduled to run 7 miles, which I did.




It turns out that I strained my hamstring muscle two weeks before my marathon. The very first race I've ever actually trained for.

More proof that life isn't fair.

I called Dad who told me that everything I had done so far was pretty much the oposite of what I was supposed to do to help it heal.
Why am I not suprised?

On the upside it seems to be healing pretty quickly or has figured out how to transfer the pain to my other leg in the knee area. Which is what is hurting right now. Yeah, I'm talking about THAT knee. I refuse to acknowledge it and will be running the marathon this 17th in snowy SLC.


Matthew said...

Ah, the joys of counter-productive behavior. =)

Bonnie said...

Is it really supposed to be snowing on the 17th?! I'm sorry I'm not there to try out my hypnotic analgesia skills, or at least help you dissociate from the pain :) You are such a tough chik. Be careful.