And, here's the bad news: My leg hurts. I don't know if I am going to be able to run Boston.
REWIND: Tuesday at run group we did a Mona Fartlek workout on the intramural fields. The last 15 seconds of the workout was a 15 second all out sprint. I hurt myself on the LAST 15 seconds of this workout - mother effer - I picked up the pace the last 15 SECONDS, STEPPED IN AN UNEVEN SPOT ON THE GRASS, OVER-EXTENDED AND PULLED A MUSCLE.
Here's the truth: It hurt like a mother, and I spent the rest of the week in denial that I was injured.
Obviously, it was not the best idea to run the 10k on Saturday. But, damn - I am stubborn, and I am f'in tired of being injured.
I did not run much this week - like barely 30 miles. I should have felt great for the race on Saturday. I felt horrible. I ran horrible. I won the race (first female), but I ran horrible. I'm not happy. My leg hurt the entire time. Dan said he could tell my stride was was way off when he saw me finish. Damn. Damn. DAMN.
I don't know if I am going to run Boston. We will be going to Boston - plane tickets and hotel is paid for - but I may be going to Boston and cheering/drinking Guinness rather than running. I am going to have to play it by ear. The problem: my leg hurts doing nothing. Just sitting? It hurts. Not good.
But, as I told Dan, I will NOT be running if there is any way I think I will step off the course. Any chance of me not finishing equals me not starting. I won't do that.
This all sucks. I'm trying to be positive. I can use the vacation. I can use the time with Dan. I like Guinness! But, damn - to miss out on ANOTHER RACE that sucks.
We will see.