The North Shore Half started about 40 minutes ago. I'm sitting on my couch.
About a week and a half ago my foot started hurting. It ached and I had the pinching up the side of my calf that happens when things are not good. I've been taking it easy since then. The pinching is gone. The ache is still there. Both around the surgery and around the spot where my foot got smashed shortly after surgery 2. It doesn't hurt much, but it doesn't feel right. I think things are just irritated and it'll get better with rest, ice and anti inflammatories, so I'm babying it.
And I'm done with long runs. I apparently just can't handle much milage at all. I didn't get much above 15 a week, but that seems to have pushed me over the edge.
I'm very sad. I'm mourning. I really love the whole process of training. I love the time to myself being outside doing something tangible. I love the simplicity and measurability of it. I love how it helped me redefine myself. I love how running showed me different views of so many places I've been.
Of course it's absolutely gorgeous out. 60s, low humidity, light breeze. Perfect morning for a race. Wish I was out there.
