I was sad. But, I pushed it to the back of my mind. Until, I received that phone call. Surprisingly, I didn't sulk as I would've in the past. Maybe I've learned to deal with these issues more easily-or maybe I'm just acclimated to being injured. Sad. I decided to eat my sorrows and enjoyed my favorite pizza from the local bar. It was delicious. Then, the husband brought me home reese's peanut butter "eggs" and a trash magazine. He is a keeper:)
I went to bed pretty pissed and that didn't change when I woke up. Let's just say I was less than enthused. Once I hopped on the bike, all of that negativity seemed to disappear. We had our largest group yet and I absolutely loved seeing all of the reflective gear in the distance. Made my heart happy.
I had to be the human GPS for a group of runners, so I ended up doing several out and backs. My watch recorded 20 miles but it was on the fritz so I am not sure of the total. I do know one thing. My attitude had completely changed. One good thing about biking-it still produces endorphins. Score Karin.
So what does all of this mean. It means that I am going to embrace my injury. I'm not going to complain to my friends like I normally would . I am just going to continue to bike until there is no pain. Maybe I will still run the half in May. Maybe not. I do know one thing-it will be slow and I most definitely won't PR. But that's okay. Who am I trying to impress anyway?
My plan of attack is to continue to bike at the gym, lift weights and do core work. On the long runs, I will borrow Jenny's bike and get some long rides in.
Have you ever been injured? If so, how did you embrace it?