It was bound to happen. I got injured! And it happened while playing softball of all things; definitely not part of my training plan. I laid off 4 days and wallowed in self-pity. Then I went to my massage therapist and it felt better; until my run this morning. I have been instructed to live on the foam roller and stretch; two things I hate.
Then I received my next training phase from my coach and he’s ramping things up in preparation for an Olympic distance race in 9 weeks. Both therapist and coach are on the same page, trying to encourage me that the goal is achievable. I am doing 2 maybe 3 races before the ironman in Arizona (IMAZ) because my coach wants me to get the experience under my belt. I could care less about the 3 races I’m doing before the big one in November, but they insist that all 4 races are doable. I wonder…
And there it is…I am my own worst enemy and depression really hits hard when I face setbacks. I am trying to get myself out of this funk by trusting the advice and forcing myself to do things I would love to avoid. There’s a sermon in all this somewhere. “Lord, help thou my unbelief.”
