My guess is that how i'm feeling now is how McCain felt as a POW. Ok, well not to that degree, but helpless, miserable, alone, TORTURED...
Inappropriate Nate. Inappropriate.
I've been taking the medication prescribed to me, and overall, i feel like the foot is feeling better. But it always seems that when i start to get excited or my confidence comes back, the injury insists on being a bastard and rearing its ugly head.
Ugh.
So next weekend is the Philadelphia marathon, and naturally, I'm going to do it despite my physical condition. The goal originally was to qualify for Boston, but now, it's to beat my time at Baltimore / finish. Essentially, its a half and hour difference in goal time.
Need that finishers medal!
It's remarkable how much running became a part of my life, and now that i'm not able to, theres a noticeable void. On top of it all, i can't eat as much since i'm not burning the same calories (i.e. no more 8,000 - 10,000 calorie consumption days) and i'm lethargic as hell. The weather has been crap which rules out cycling outdoors. Swimming is, well, swimming, and only takes up about 8 hours a week. And i'm afraid that without the running and cycling to lean me out, my lifting routine is going to bulk me up to a point that will harm my performance instead of help it.
So yeah. Thats where i'm at in my life right now.
I haven't been this frustrated in a long time.
Maybe with Obama in office, stem cell research can finally manufacture new parts for me so that my body can keep up with my desire to compete and succeed.
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