I'm not sure if it's this weather or what, but something has me down today. Headache, fatigue, restlessness. Part of it is stemming from still being hurt to the point where I can't run and I need to run. I need to feel physical exhaustion. When I'm physically exhausted, my mind works better. It's more focused on tasks and not on exerting stored energy.
Yesterday was the Manna Run. It's when we take food to the local pantry and donate, running the entire way. It's a good feeling to give, especially when a volunteer is nearly brought to tears from the amount we give (if you have 100 people donate, each person doesn't have to give much to make a difference).
Several DDIPers got together BEFORE THE MANNA RUN, to log a few more miles. I kept thinking to myself, "I want to run, but I'm still not ready."
So, in an effort to keep the Manna Run (or walk, as it were) interesting for me, I brought the dog. She needs exercise, and a good 2 miles (to Manna and back to our starting point) would do her good. So she an I brought up the rear while the rest of the group ran. Then I thought I could run. I took a few of those giddyup-steps.
No chance, at all.
The tendon is still sore where the sprain happened, and it's still swollen. So, at this point, I don't know how long it's going to be before I can get back to doing what I was doing. All I know is that it's dragging me down, mentally.
I feel like I was making improvements, getting in better shape, slimming down, and then I got whacked with an injury.
Now, I see many of my comrades, friends, fellow DDIPers making wicked improvements, and I can't resist but feeling jealous. Jealous that I can't charge hard with them, that I'm limited. I can't even do the sprints that I used to excel at. It's extremely frustrating.
So, I need something to lift me back up. Fix my mind back to where it was. Put me in my place.
I know my setback isn't nearly as bad as other's, such as Lundin or my wife. But I'm always quick to get down on myself. I'm the first one.
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