It's no secret that these last few days have been a bit emotional for me. Just dealing with a lot of self infliction and such. But i was not prepared for what came today...or maybe I was.
I've made it known that i've been training for this Susan G Koman 3 Day 60 Mile Breast Cancer walk that is coming up in 21 days. I've been on point about my training and my eating. It's been a HUGE goal of mine. I first did the walk back in 2009 but was so ill prepared for it that i only ended up completing a total of 30miles. NOW...the walk isn't about the people walking. It's solely about awareness. But for me, after that 2009 event, i made it a personal goal. I will complete all 60 miles.
This past weekend i walked 18.49 miles on Saturday and 15.76 miles on Sunday and ended the day on Sunday with a HUGE popped blister.
On top of that i have not been feeling well. I thought i may be coming down with a cold or the flu or something worse. I'm not messing around with only 21 days to go until the event. So i made a doctors appointment when they opened up t his morning and two hours later i was seen by the doctor.
There's good news and bad news...
The good news...i just have allergies. Well...i guess i'm finally a Texan after having lived here for 4 years.
The bad news...i had him take a look at my foot. I just wanted his advice. While he looked at it i told him about my training and about the event in 21 days...repeat...21 days.
He sat back in his chair and let out a slow, long sigh...i just sat there and held my breath...
"I'm going to prescribe some cream for faster cell regeneration. BUT you cannot do any training for 7-10 days. If you want to complete your 3 Day you will stay off it as much as you can for 7-10 days."
I released my breath...
My initial reaction was that i was going to die. What do you mean not walk for 7-10 days?! My event is in 21 days. I NEED to train. I quickly texted three friends. All people i completely trust, all people that know and care about me, and all people that i knew would understand my frustration. I thought this was it...for about 2 minutes.
Pity party is over..
My next thoughts were...ok, so no walking. BUT i can still get in cardio and ST. I can use the bikes (spinning and stationary and i can lift weights. OK...i need to sit down and put a plan of attack together that will keep my legs and heart strong until i can walk again.
It's now a few hours later and i've had this huge revelation...
back in the day i would have cried and given up. BUT this time i just said i need o change my course a bit so that i can still get to where i need to go.
It's funny how life changes you.
Just a few days ago i was so emotionally beaten up and yet today i see clearly just how strong i've become.