I’m depressed. Boston training starts this coming week and I can’t even run. I pulled my back last weekend and it’s apparently going to take 4 – 6 weeks to heal.
I think I’m still in denial. I somehow think that in a few days, it will feel so much better and it won’t hurt like hell to start pounding out the miles needed to train properly for a marathon…… And it’s not just any marathon. Of course, it has to be Boston. Why couldn’t this have happened before Twin Cities instead?
A friend just sent me a photo of this year’s Boston jacket. How ugly! Does anyone actually like this? I would have thought they would have gone all out this year on designing something that people actually like. Yuck, yuck, yuck.
For now, all I can do is low impact cardio. Why does it have to be swimming that is so good for you when you have any kind of injury? I hate swimming. It’s mind numbing swimming lengths back and forth. I suppose the hot tub afterwards though will be rather nice. Yes, I’ll look forward to that.
And then there’s pool running. Apparently it’s all the rage. I haven’t tried it yet. I hear it’s more mind numbing than swimming. Fabulous. It’s times like this that I wish there was a way to send thoughts wirelessly to the cloud. That way, I could get things done in my head while working out. I could write blog posts, I could make my shopping list, heck, I could even work. That’s me, always trying to optimize every minute spent. If I’m bored, I feel like I’m not making the best use of my time (because there’s so little of it available).
Alright then, I have to stop this. I’m starting to feel like Karl Pilkington with all this feeling sorry for myself. I do feel better now that I had a bit of a moan though!