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