It has been over two weeks now since I've been able to run. I am very frustrated at this point. Frustrated for a stupid fall on the trail to get injured and frustrated that when I can't run, my life is so deeply and pervasively affected by my lack of running.
I've never had an acute injury cause so much trouble. There have been more falls and injuries caused by my clumsiness than I can count over the years, but I have been lucky that none of them have been this bad. I thought this one would be just the same as the others- maybe just a hair worse- but I'm left with deep lingering patellar tendinitis and crepitus in the area of the original contusion that doesn't seem to be wanting to release its grip anytime soon.
I had plans of running the Babcock Half Marathon this weekend. That is most certainly not happening and Promise Land next weekend is very unlikely at this point. I was really looking forward to PL and seeing all the folks there. We'll see what happens. If this does not get better soon then my whole spring plans may be in jeopardy. I am at the mercy of a small piece of fibrous tissue that connects my muscle to bone.
Injuries caused from stupidity in training volume or other reasons I can deal with, but this one has me more aggravated than ever. Watching hard earned fitness go down the tubes is always hard, but made even harder after suffering through a tough winter only to miss out on the most mild and beautiful spring that I can remember.
No more whining- not looking for sympathy-just needed to vent somewhere.