Today I was SUPPOSED to run 18 miles.
Today WAS beautiful.
I got geared up, prepped my belt, and pulled on my new compression socks.
I hit the road with the intentions of 3 laps around Forest Park, for a familiar 18.
2 minutes into my run, my right calf began to burn. Not just a tired burn, an about to explode off my bone burn.
I pushed through another mile and just couldn’t anymore. The pain was real.
I stopped, stretched a bit and sent a series of panicked text messages to my husband.
I started to cry.
Mentally and physically today was shot.
I think the main culprit is not taking a rest day yesterday, and anxiety of traveling for work the entire week before and during my 20 mile run in two weeks. (Just confirmed that this week. Eeeeeek!)
As I sit here on a park bench waiting for my husband and father to swing by after Costco, I’m trying to figure out if I’m making the right choice.
At this point finishing 18 miles on the treadmill tomorrow seems more likely than outside today. And if I push through 6 miles or so and can’t finish, I’m in the same position tomorrow.
So for now, I’ll sit on this park bench, fully geared up, watching runner after runner pass by.
Tomorrow will be my day.
Any words of wisdom? Am I making the right choice? Can anyone hear me.