>A few weeks ago, I raced in the Jacksonville Bank 1/2 Marathon. During that race, I suffered what I thought was a calf cramp in my right leg. It was the most painful thing I’ve ever encountered during a race.
I stopped. I stretched. I walked some. I limped as I ran. I HTFU’d.
And then, after the race, I hobbled. For days.
My foam roller and I became inseparable. My pet lacrosse ball became my best friend. I tried, and tried…but despite my best efforts, I couldn’t roll out the knot from the cramp.
Suddenly, after four days of pain, it dawned upon me. I hadn’t merely suffered a cramp. I’d likely strained my calf. Super. Great. Fantastic.
Fast forward to today. I’m precisely 40 days from toeing the line at the 26.2 with Donna – The National Marathon to End Breast Cancer.
And I’m freaking out. I should have logged an 18 mile run already. I’ve got a 20 miler scheduled for this weekend…and I haven’t run at all in two weeks. How the hell am I going to get this done!
Well…I’m going to pick back up on my plan. I’m just going to run slower. And change my time expectations for the race a little. But I’ll get it done.
I’m still in a panic though.