Hanging in there…barely.

The bruises are nearly gone and the stitches are finally out of my face, but sadly, my foot never quite healed up after my first ‘break’ from running. It appears that I have a ‘small’ case of plantar fasciitis. It’s completely sucky because that means no running INDEFINETELY (whatever THAT is) and has pretty much hindered my cycling too to only very very easy riding and swimming as long as I don’t push off the wall with my right foot. UGH.

What does this mean?! Hmmm, I have already missed two races, both the Run for the Water 10 Miler and the San Antonio Half Marathon. Next up is the Decker Half marathon, and I am out for that one too. But the real question is the real goal, Houston Marathon, which my PT is already suggesting that I NOT DO. I can’t get over how depressed and sad I feel. I will talk to Coach Gilbert and see what he says. I am thinking it is completely out though. No way I can bounce back from this dumb injury and be ready to run a FULL MARATHON in 2 months. FUCK.

Although I have accepted my fate it is really hard to swallow. I mean, running that race isn’t everything, although I really wanted to try and qualify for Boston, but oh well. I guess I can just try again the following year or something. And yeah, no more 70.3’s for me until after Boston. I guess I learned that lesson the hard way. Maybe I’m not ever going to be an Ironman either. Ugh, maybe my body just can’t do it.