Wildflower weekend is coming up. It's the first weekend in April. My one and only chance to preview the race course before race day. I should be going. Of course it would help if I wasn't still nursing my damn calf. So I'm not going. But I should. But I'm not. But I should.
Stupid, dumb leg. All I want to do is run. And for the record, I HATE swimming.
I am so not going to the training camp. I am not going to do this tri.
Poor Kurt. Last night i broke down and sobbed. I am so tired of going to physical therapy. I'm tired of getting bruised and iced and spending my Monday afternoons there so they can tell me just to give it time. I'm so tired of waking up in the morning and wondering if today I can run. Each little twinge in my calf I stop and wonder "What was that? Did I pull something?"
I threw away all my running shorts.
And I'm getting fat.
Life sucks.
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