Monday: Day off. Bored.
Tuesday: Popped off 1.5 miles as a t-mill warm up before my weight session with my trainer. We worked legs & it felt awesome.
Wednesday: 5 mile run @ 11:17 pace. It was my first "real" run in a week. And it was my first run in my new Newton Lady Isaacs. I gotta say, I lovelovelove the new Lady Isaacs. The pink is fabulous!
|See the new shoes?! Awesomely pink!|
Thursday: At this point, everything was smooth sailing. I was loving life, loving the new shoes, & right back on schedule... & gearing up for the 16 mile run in 3 days.
Then the accident. Either the cleaning lady used too much soap or someone sprayed something that made the floor really slick, but I slipped in the bathroom. I don't want to rehash the entire thing, but you can read about it here. My evening weight session was greatly reduced; I couldn't really stand properly & handle weight.
Friday, Saturday, & Sunday: Rest, Ice, Compression, & Elevation (RICE). And a bit of depression & self pity. I always knew injury was a possibility. It happens. But I never expected it to be this way... something I had no control over that was a direct result of someone else's actions. And so I sank... the couch was a boring & miserable place to be all weekend. I watched all of the extended director's cuts of The Lord of the Rings. I even watched the majority of the special features/documentaries about the making of the films. I also watched a documentary on iTunes called The Elephant in the Living Room, all about the exotic animal trade in the United States & how people actually keep lions/tigers/bears at pets! It was a seriously depressing weekend for me.
Looking into the future, I know I made the right decision to rest the entire weekend. But I'm the kind of person who feels like a failure when I can't stick to my plan. It's difficult to be used to activity, then have this type of thing happen. I'm going to come back slowly & hopefully be able to run the 16-miler this coming Sunday, only a week off my schedule. We'll have to see how it goes...