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After Monday’s yoga incident, I unwisely got out bright and early Tuesday morning to test the hamstring and assess the damage. I managed five leaden, pathetic miles, which, save for a few jolts from the hamstring when I stepped ‘wrong’, were painfree. However I may or may not have been gimping the last mile or so because my hip was complaining. Again.
Since then, here’s what I’ve done:
Wednesday: Rest and ice.
Thursday: Rest and ice.
Friday: Upper body weights, abwork and a menage a trois with The Stick and foam roller.
For mental and physical reasons, 20, preferably 22 miles NEED to happen tomorrow if I am to attempt a marathon in Twin Cities in two weeks.
Best case: 22 miles click off pain-free and I kickoff an abbreviated taper with a nice ice bath.
Worst case: The wheels come off before 20 miles and I call it a day. And a race. And a training cycle.
The cynical/practical side of me wonders why I’m so hell-bent on attempting to run Twin Cities at all and risk further injury.
The crazy/stubborn side of me loathes the idea of giving up. I’ve been called many things. Quitter is not one of them.
I’m not sure why, but I have a good feeling about this whole thing.
