I come to you today not from Kentucky but from the Stinky State called Frustration. Before I proceed with my pity party, I will just say that I am an extremely blessed individual. I have a husband that God crafted specifically for me and whom I fall more and more in love with each day that I get to spend with him. I also have dear parents and in-laws and a sister and sister and brother in-laws who all care about us and include us in their family gatherings and whatnot. I have a wonderful job that is flexible and work with tremendous people. I have a very supportive church. I have food to eat that fills my belly with goodness and wholesome nutrients.
Net – I know that I have way more than I deserve. HOWEVER, sometimes I still just fall (literally) into a state of frustration with myself…and it typically revolves around my running ventures. We headed out on Saturday, which happened to be my birthday, with the plans to run >15 miles on the trails.
I will step back and tell you that my injury that I referenced last week has persisted. So, when we were running on Wednesday morning, I was hurting a bit and we were in a dark stretch and I did not pick up my feet properly and I fell. HARD. I scraped up my knee and my hand pretty badly. I was just flat out mad at myself because I am just too clumsy for words sometimes = frustration #1 for the week. Back to the trails on Saturday. I got stung by a nasty bee about 4 miles into the trail and my calf swelled up and burned, burned, burned = frustration #2 for the week. Next up, another few miles in with my calf still hurting very, very much and – you guessed it – I fell again. On the same knee, and the same hand. I cried. Then I cried some more. Then I got up and kept running, while still crying = frustration #3 for the week. And, to top it all off, we were about 3 miles from finishing up our now shortened 14 mile run (due to me being plain old DONE with this running thing for today) when, yep – you guessed it – I fell again. Same knee, same hand = frustration #4 for the week.
Since I am allowing myself a few more hours of pity partying, I will just say that I do not like to fall and it is not helping my nagging groin/hamstring issue. With that, I am going to sign off for today so as not to bring you down into my Stinky State. It is not a good place to be, so I am just going to chill here and visit for another few hours and then I am packing up my bags and heading back to Positive Town. I hope you are already there on this Monday and can save me a seat.