Limp Across the Finish Line

Well exercise was a wash today. After I shut off my computer, I went to walk to the bedroom and nearly fell on my face. That bit of rest time had given my feet time to swell and become little masses of nothing but pain. I could barely even walk to bed.

When I woke up in the morning, before I even moved, I knew that I wouldn't be doing anything that resembled exercise. It was a familiar feeling. The pain and stiffness had spread up to my ankles as well. *sigh*

My only thought was, a whole day of training down the tubes. I'll never be ready for a marathon if I can't stay on my feet long enough.

Don't get me wrong. I am determined to do this...even if I do have to crawl across the finish line. Even if it leaves me unable to walk for a week, I will run in the marathon. I have committed.

I guess I must be crazy. I'm not even allowed to be on my feet for more than a few hours at a time and I want to run a marathon. I want to go trail running during the spring for training. I want to go hiking.

I think my feet ought to be okay by tomorrow. We'll see. If my feet are okay then I only have my energy level to worry about (currently at zil). I can't even convince myself to get up to eat something. That just seems like too much effort to me right now. Even toast feels like a challenge.

Let's not even mention dishes, laundry, general cleaning and other things that need to be done.