I am injured. I don't really know what happened, but I think I may have over-stretched my achilles tendon and now it is very unhappy. I rested it for nearly a week, and when I felt a bit better I went for a run just to see what would happen. It was semi-ok, so I went for another run two days after. And then it went bad again.
And then, for some reason, I decided to take my hurting tendon to the gym and do a half hour cardio session on the treadmill with a personal trainer. I did intend to tell him about my injured tendon, I really did, but somehow it just didn't happen. In order not to sound like a whinger I just smiled and jogged on.
Hence I spent last night with my leg on the Hot Sheep (Dwayne's sheepskin covered hot water bottle), slowly accepting the fact that I will have to rest the stupid tendon for quite some time before I can run again. It is so fantastically frustrating, I just want to RUN! I almost wished I believed in a higher power, just to that I had someone to curse at and blame for this (because it can't be my own fault, surely).
I went to Dwayne this morning looking for sympathy, but all I got was an insult to add to my injury:
- You're getting old.
2 comments:
Hahahaha, but he is right, your sweet husband. You know that and that is why you took it as an insult! Plain truth!
It's so great with all this support...
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