I have not run at all in the past 7 days. Last week was supposed to be my peak week. I was supposed to run my last 20 miler. I was supposed to start tapering this week and getting pumped up for the big day. Instead I am wallowing in self-pity over my tendonitis. Don't we all wallow a little bit when injured? Say yes.
I have tried using the elliptical, but it hurts. I tried spinning but that is painful too. I finally resorted to water running on Saturday which feels pretty good. I feel like Beth at SUAR. The only difference is that she was surrounded by the Pussy Posse comprised of older ladies and I am water running between lanes of lean, mean triathlete machines. I feel like a total loser. I am the 5 year old in a floatie belt while they power through the water like Michael Phelps. I try to ignore them and just do my thang. One triathlete lady (with killer arms) asked if I was injured and when I told her about my ailment she shared with me how crabby she gets when she's injured. That made me feel a lot better for being bitchy lately.
I promise that after this moaning and groaning I will not bitch any more about my tendonitis. Or I will at least try.
I registered for Boston out of frustration because I can't currently run. We'll see if I get in. I am kind of indifferent about whether or not I make the cut. But if I do get in, I am hoping to meet a lot of my favorite bloggers in Boston! Like Miss Zippy, who has also been dealing with injury. I want to see her kick ass.
I hope everyone has a fabulous week. Take care of those bodies. Stretch, rest and give those bodies some love! You don't want to end up like this.