We were emailing back and forth about the upcoming weekend. It’s homecoming week and there is a lot happening already, but BoBo was suggesting some “family time”. I foolishly said that I had “planned” to run 18 miles on Sunday if I was able. He replied with, “i dont think you should be running this soon.” Even my 14-year-old son knew that running would be a big mistake. He had no idea that I would actually try it as early as Tuesday. *sigh* I am such a fool.
This morning, I packed my work out bag for the first time this week. I brought it with me to work, but I am not hopeful that I will actually use it. I am not motivated to cross train; I want to run. I want to feel the wind blowing in my face, hear my feet pounding the pavement/dirt, and feel the sweat running down my back. But, I know that I must be patient and let the healing take place. Besides that, I have a meeting from 12:30-1:30 pm and another one from 3-4 pm. Both are likely to run late and have associated “tasks” that will keep me busy for the rest of the day.