I'm a little peeved. My plans have been derailed and I tend to be a very task oriented person. I schedule things. That's what I do. Everything's suppose to fall into place. I'm a control freak. But a huge monkey wrench has been thrown into the equation. I don't like it!
I tried running on Monday. Only made it about 1 1/2 miles before my leg was hurting. I moved to the bicycle and finished out my workout. Talked to the husband about the situation and we decided I should go to a sports medicine doctor. Had my appointment on Tuesday. The doctor told me I messed up my lower calf muscle. "Messed up", that's my official medical term. He told me that I am NOT to run. Gave me a band and stretching exercises. Scheduled me to come back after I return from the training late April.
Then he says....IF I'm doing okay with my stretching, then he'll start strength training. THEN after I build up the strength, he will gradually get me back into running. GRADUALLY! Really!
So here's my issue, I entered a 5K for this Saturday. It's paid for. I'm signed up. I want to go! Husband tells me to "turn out." (Rodeo slang) I tell him I can do it. I'll take all of this week off so on Saturday I should be able to do fine. Then I won't run anymore. He keeps reading the paperwork the doctor gave me, talking about making things worse, yada yada yada. Keep in mind, this is the guy that NEVER, repeat, NEVER listened to me when he rode bulls. I would advise him not to go because of injuries. Did he pay any attention to me? No Siree Bob!
I finally told him I am going but if it hurt, I would stop and walk. He may let me slide with that. The only other issue is I have another race at the end of April! Gotta run there too. But I will have a whole month off between this one and that one. The doctor told me I could do the elliptical so I plan to keep my cardio up with it.
I'm really not a nut. And I know y'all are all going to tell me to follow the doctor's orders (it's common sense, I know). And I plan on it, after Saturday.
I'll make ya a promise. I promise not to whine if I hurt myself more. That's what I always told the husband when he didn't listen to me. I don't want to hear it if you get hurt. Cause I'm all sweet and lovin' like that.