Is there a foot God I can pray to? ‘Cause I will!

Today my dear, sweet husband IMed me a link to an article about training for a marathon.

Yes, a MAR-A-THON.

Not a half one. A full. 26.2 M.I.L.E.S.

Anyway, I typed back to him that he was crazy ~~and did he want me dead~~ then a second later I said in my head very softly “maybe”.

And then I said to myself louder “GIRL, YOU ARE CUH-RAZY!!!”

See… this last week was a BAD one for my heel and my right leg in general (why is my knee hurting too, can’t this gal catch a break??) but I still managed to run 7 miles on Wednesday morning for the first time ever.

In MY life.

So apparently there really IS something to that whole MIND OVER MATTER thing.

Who knew?

Anyway, my heel/Achilles/back of my foot hurt SO badly on Tuesday that I was making a face pretty close to this:

I have just over 3 weeks until the half marathon in Dallas. And a 10K next weekend.

This leg/heel has GOT to hold out for me. Advil may just become my new best friend. You know, after my ice pack.

p.s. I sorta broke up with my sports chiro, who happens to be doing an IRON MAN this weekend. He wasn’t making my heel any better except for the days when he worked on it and it wasn’t exactly cheap to go see him. Bummer. I’m still doing the stretching and icing he recommended though…

*the precious 2-year old was not harmed during the taking of that photo. She just had a moment, if you know what I mean. I’m guessing you do.

Elaine