RUN 3 miles with BE
I am distracted with the injury topic, and can't formulate good posts here. Try.
LA said he didn't want to run with us this morning, but then decided he did at 5:40am. So we were a bit late to the track, not much, but enough that I'm "late". Stress. LA walks and does some class work while BE and I do easy laps with some drills. My leg is hurting. Stress!
In running it's in the knee, like an ache in the top of the calf bones. It's enough today that I can't easily ignore it, but I keep going anyway and don't mention it to anyone.
BE's calf twinges about 1.5 miles in, we walk a bit, then he calls it off to rest for the race he hopes to run this weekend -- Abe's Trail Trek. A real race!
I keep going, of course, wearing just my tank top and shorts. LA took a picture, it's a great picture and I should include it here, but I hate it. I look and feel awful in it. Poor form, poor stride, poor musculature. I don't even recognize it. Stress.
We get home and continue a discussion on disparities in medicine. Stress. The discussion doesn't go great, I get defensive (he says argumentative, he's right, but from my perspective I feel like I'm defending something - if I only knew what it was) but the defensiveness is just me being stressed.
LA has no idea about my leg hurting. I'm ignoring it as much as I can. But the denial is taking a toll on me mentally.
I didn't commute because of incoming weather. Good thing, it was dark and rainy when I left!
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