Screeching Halt

I rested the Achilles yesterday. Didn't feel any pain today. Decided to attempt a slow 3.5 mile run (and yes coach said okay to try but stop if any pain).

Achilles began aching as soon as I started running - but it wasn't pain - just achiness so I decided to try to go for at least a mile (yes - I know - I shouldn't have). I only made it to 0.7 before ache turned to pain and I had to stop running and just walk. The pain seems to be coming on the forward propel motion.

So - it looks like I'm going to have quite a few non-running days in my immediate future.

I just want to scream and cry and throw a temper tantrum. Every time I accomplish something (2 miles at less than 11 pace) - the next moment I come crashing to a stop from some sort of injury or medical issue. For ONCE I wish my body would cooperate with training and race plans.

I'm not panicking yet - but Roanoke is looming and as much as I trust my coach and his assurances that we'll be ready on time - this week seems to have doom and destruction painted all over it. I know it's not the end of the world and there are bigger problems out there - but I just want to run. I'm so sick of not being allowed to.

And I'm the absolute worst at handing this - so of course I had to let my anger and frustration come tumbling out of my mouth. Unfortunately - coach was at the receiving end this time. I hate when I do that. I immediately felt horrible.

So - while I'm stuck sitting and watching from the sidelines - I guess I'll work on some overdue paperwork and lesson plans. Bleh.