I’m so relieved the weekend is over.
To make a long, dreary, dreadful weekend story short, I learned—during what should have been an easy 5k run at Nike Run Clinic last Friday—that my knee still needs more time to recover. (Note that I do not use the word “injury” as I’m fairly optimistic that I’ll be out and running again after a few days. Crossing my fingers! Cross yours for me too. And, I hope my acupuncturist is doing the same.)
So, I had to pass on the Mizuno-Fuego Sunset race last Saturday. Boo hoo. And, the entire family took a trip to the mall instead where my little girl kept saying “I thought we were going to play in the sand today.” while the other one complained “So, I bought a whole can of Pringles last week for nothing?!”
As if I didn’t have enough reason to feel depressed, nature plays a cruel joke on me. What’s the worst thing you can do to a woman when she’s down? You make her feel fat and ugly. I got my monthly period accompanied by stomach pains that Saturday. So, as much as I tried to find comfort in Christmas shopping, I felt weak and tired all throughout the weekend.
Aaah, I’m glad it’s Monday already; it’s a fresh start. I looked in the mirror this morning and I’d like to believe I don’t look like the evil witch that I was last Saturday. As of this morning, I’m not brooding over the injury nor the missed runs anymore; at least, I’m trying my best not to do so. I’m fairly optimistic that I’ll recover from this brief setback in no time as I’m a veteran when it comes to my runner’s knee; I pretty much know what my body needs to get back on track asap.
Hope you have a great week. Mine will definitely be better than the weekend.