Marathonging with a Drama Queen

After my 3 mile run on Wednesday, I noticed that my achilles tendon in my right foot was super sore. I didn't remember doing anything to it, but I just couldn't seem to stretch it without it hurting... Not a huge deal, but I just popped some ibuprofen and went to work.

At work, I went about my day as usual, but all throughout my day, the soreness never really went away. And with each passing hour that my foot was still sore, I slowly became slightly more depressed. "What about my long run on Friday? 18 miles!" I would be so effed if I couldn't run.

By the end of the day, the pain was still there and after coming home and jumping in the shower, I looked down at my foot and noticed that my entire right ankle was swollen.

WHOA.

What the hell man. I didn't do ANYTHING to you. You're just doin' me wrong Mr. Foot. Way wrong right now.

I had no idea why my ankle blew up like a balloon and like I said before, I don't remember doing anything to it. But why was my ANKLE swollen when my achilles tendon hurt? So weird! So annoying!!

I took yesterday off to rest, but I am SO SICK of taking days off. Why can't I just run like a regular person?! This injury, or whatever it is, is really testing me. Lately, I've been thinking more and more about just giving up. Training for this marathong is SO time consuming, and my body is always so tired. My entire running schedule is structured around my work schedule, and work has me putting in a lot of hours. So really, I run at the ass-crack of dawn, or really late at night. I'm just so exhausted of battling with reasons why I shouldn't run.

Anyway, after not running yesterday, I decided to run today and then do my long run tomorrow. My parents keep telling me to get it checked out by a doctor, but really, what's a freakin' doctor going to do. "Well, Ms. Lee, it looks like a case of hyperexcercisingtivity with an acute case of nooneissupposedtorun26miles-itis. I recommend rest for 2 weeks."....REST. Eff rest right now.

I just want to get through February. I don't care what limbs I lose until then, but until February arrives, I simply just can't take any more time off. These long runs are so crucial to me because it's helping me mentally, and it's teaching my body how to recover from a long run.

I don't know. Maybe I'm completely wrong. This is, after all, my first marathong. All I know is that this foot needs to be amputated, but I'm stuck with it. I may as well teach it a lesson and get through these next few weeks. I don't have much time left until this marathong...