arrrrggggg!!

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On Monday night going into the kitchen, I BARELY twisted my ankle on the kitchen rug. I had a shooting pain go from my outer ankle and up my leg.
Many times on the trail I am running and I lose my balance and my ankle gets all worbly and hurts like hell, but I keep running through it and it’s fine. I’ve even hyper extended my knee on two different running occasions and been alright after resting for a second. I would be fine. The next morning I was standing in the kitchen telling Tabitha how my ankle was sore from walking into the kitchen. I turned to get something and that exact pain came shooting again. “SON OF A !”
“Ice it.”
So I did. All day on Monday I iced the hell out of it. I would have to be fine before Saturday because I had my trail 10k coming up. I iced every day and each day it didn’t get better, it got worse. Yesterday I hit the point of frustration because it was up to every 20 steps I took, I got that shooting pain.
Now it’s Friday and my race is tomorrow and I am sick to my stomach thinking that I won’t make it through.
I decided that I don’t care how much pain I am in. I am going to start it and finish it. I might be dead last, but I need to prove to myself that I am stronger than I am. I’ve already proven I am more stubborn and more stupid than I thought I was.

I told Lester he has to run his own race. Get his time. When it comes to time and placement I am not as competitive as I should be. I’m just always the person out there just happy to be able to run and be a part of something bigger than myself. I thought Tabitha was going to kill me when I gave up 10 to 15 minutes of my time in one race to help this guy over one of the obstacles. In my first run I was the person stopping to help people take pictures next to the mile markers. I really don’t care if I’m last, but that I can look back on that race and say, “OMG, that was so fun!”
This race I actually TRAINED for though. I took the trail in sections and ran it during the week and on the weekends. I did the whole trail to see how well I could do it and how much water I would need. This was going to the race I could be proud of my time.

If I get there and there is absolutely NO WAY I can do it, I will be cheering people on…NOOOO, I don’t want to not do this. That trail is SO MUCH FUN! It has these massive hills and a beautiful creek and meadows with butterflies the size of your head!

I’m going to go cry…and then ice some more.