I got a run in this weekend, which met my 4 run goal for the Virtual Run Club but definetly didn't quite meet my training schedule. I was hoping to get at least a 15 miler in to try to get back on schedule. My physical therapist thought otherwise. I told him about the way my knee reacted post run (hurt going down stairs) and he told me that I needed to keep my runs around 6-8 for now so that I'm not going backwards on my healing. So on Sunday I headed out with the intention to really just get a run done. I was in the hilly region of St.Michael and I knew that I couldn't expect to get a super long run in. I was feeling good though and finally found a road with minimal hills. My I-Pod wasn't charged so I was running without the ability to know how far I'd gone. Andy and I calculated it with the car later and found that I'd almost ran 7 miles! Not the 15 I was supposed to do but at least my knee is still in tact and not in too much pain.
So where does all the stress come from? Well...I'm not at 15! And my marathon is really creeping up here. It is already September. I hate to say it, but I think I should have put this marathon off a little longer. But I can't back out now. So...I'm left with nothing but worry until this knee heals.
And school is starting this weekend so that means I will have less time. And on top of that...I've discovered that somehow I've spent way too much money lately. And I really would like to figure out a way of getting more income--meaning maybe another job. But that would leave me with literally NO time. Blah. Plus Amanda and I are looking to move. So Rachel is very stressed. If only I COULD run 15 miles to vent all this stuff!
Anyways...that's my life right now. Physical therapist tomm. Hopefully he can fix me.
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