You'd Think, Right?

Yesterday, coming up 25th Street from the waterfront, I felt a 'ping' in my left calf. I should have immediately stopped running, but I didn't. By the time I got to the top of the hill and turned down Colby I knew I had a problem. I should have called Michelle to come get me, or at least walked the last half mile home, but I didn't. There is something askew in my reptilian brain; something that says press on, don't quit, no pain, no gain. 

Today I can hardly walk, which translates: all pain, no gain, STUPID!

It's not the pain that hurts; that's what Advil and ice are for. In fact a little muscle soreness now and again is good; reminds you that your working out and all the working parts are working. What really hurts is knowing I can't, or at least shouldn't run for a couple of weeks while my body heals. What makes me crazy in my head is knowing what should be two or three weeks of mending is probably going to drag on for months because I am A) too suborn and B) too stupid to stop running until I an fully healed. I wish I could say otherwise, but past history indicates.

I am seriously going to try to do this right. I'd rather run, but it looks like a couple of weeks in the pool staring at the black line. Black line, breath; black line, breath; black line, breath, turn; black line, breath; boring. 

I really do want to do this right. I have some goals for later this summer and fall and this could either be an annoying set-back or a deal killer.

I'll go with annoying set-back, thank you. 

Wait, I've been so busy with my little pity-party I forgot to mention the good news. I've lost 112 pounds so far and I can run again! 

That should help keep me in focus; you'd think, right?