I finally got to a point yesterday where I had to give it a whirl. My tear ducts were dry (Probably could have squeezed a few more out of them) but I made the decision not too.
I got an e-mail from my lady Annie over in Chile and she was going on about making 'Chile into Lemonade' and I thought I should do the same, so off to the race expo of the race I wasn't running I went.
A few days back (when I ran):
Tuesday: 3 mile w/u, 12 x 800 @ 3:15-3:25 (6:30-6:50 pace) w/45 sec rest, 2 mile c/d
I measured out the distance on the road with less ice, so I could complete in the freezing, dark cold where my eyeballs froze. This is where some of the pain set in.
Wednesday: 8 Easy Miles on the Treadmill-- the rest of the day I limped around with the most pain after having been sitting
Thursday: Per recommendation by Jeff, I took the entire day off. NOTHING. The first time I did this, if I wasn't throwing up from a stomach bug was years ago. It was hard mentally and emotionally which is where the struggle began
Friday: Again, no running and the pain continue. I did hop into the pool and everything felt find. I headed to doctor in the afternoon who made (almost) sure it was not a fracture of the femur or hip but a strain in there somewhere. I am thinking a stabilizer muscle and maybe some tight IT band mixed in. I thought running the race was still in sights.
Saturday: 6 Miles on the treadmill, a consistent pain throughout and the race was called--and the meltdown began
I walked around downtown Phoenix pasting a smile my face and even thought of the idea to volunteer at the race. Hello Mother Theresa.
Later, I did my usual tour shopping for lunches and snacks for the next week. Stay healthy and stay cheap. what up PB for a week straight
Walked to 2.5 Miles to ASU Stadium where my 'call to duty' was.
With my new friend Rebecca, a gal who worked for Competitor, who puts on these races, I handed out water all day to the incredible athletes who crossed the finish line. As sad and heartbroken I was not to run, I was definitely as close to the action as I could be and got to talk to lots of runners.
I also witnessed one of the bloggers that I follow cross the line. I know she was hoping for a PR, but she ran an awesome race and of course, I had to yell at her to try to hand her a bottle of water as she crossed.
Come on Pearson, she just ran a marathon. She probably thought I was a crazy person, but that was my celebrity sighting for the day!
So, this is how I made my lemonade, but it is still a bit sour
Walked 5 Miles back to the hotel