I see you running

The only thing worse than not getting to do your long run on the weekend - is not getting to do your long run when it is absolutely beautiful running weather outside - and you see everyone else out getting their long run in. I just want to sit in a corner and cry.

I hate this. Injuries are the worst. It doesn't help that I am the all-time worst patient ever. Some habits die hard.

I had to drive Emma to a birthday party. It hurt to drive. It hurt to go up and down stairs. So now I have my Achilles taped and an ankle brace on. It's at least alleviating the pain. Thankfully it hasn't been bad enough to need to take any Aleve. That's all I need - something else to affect the liver/kidneys. It's a party of chaos in my body right now.

Speaking of which - I go to the GI specialist on Thursday to see if I can postpone gallbladder removal until summer - or whether it has to be done now. The rate this past week has gone - I'm certain they are going to say now - as in now - before Roanoke - and ruin that race goal. If they say now but after Roanoke - I don't know how I'm going to keep it together. I'm going to Tahoe. No matter what. But I want to be able to run in Tahoe - and enjoy it. It's so frustrating to have one thing after another keep hitting me in the face and knocking me down.

I've got to figure out something to do to keep me occupied - without affecting the Achilles. Otherwise I'm going to go nuts. I feel like an angry, caged bear. I don't see this ending well.