It has been a long week. If you read the previous post, you know that sleep has been a bit haphazard lately. If you've been talking to me at all in the last couple of months, you know that my right calf is busted. Today it is official: it is the last damn day I'm running on that thing for a couple of months. I'm hanging up my running shoes for the summer.
It couldn't come at a worse time. Running is a sweet, blissful, stress relieving activity that always breathes life into me. Not being able to run is like a musician not being able to play their guitar or piano. I was running a really light 3 miles after taking a week off from the last calf incident when it tweaked again. 2 mile limp home.
I'm really down in the dumps about it. I won't be running any races this year. After I've taken the 3 months off, I have to just pray that the calf has healed completely and I'll be able to run again. If so, I should be able to train back up for the Cleveland Half Marathon in 2013. If not, I guess I'll have to take up biking or something.
I hope I don't get any fatter. I gained 15 pounds back when I couldn't run during Jen's bedrest.
Also, the Cleveland Clinic says we owe them 10 thousand dollars, even though last months bill said 0. Screw those guys.