So I ran the Philly half marathon this past weekend and I learned that I don’t know how to have a B race. Or a C race. Or to take positives away from a race. I know I’m in base building, I know this wasn’t my A race, and logically, I should believe that. But I walked away from the race super pissed and basically in the mindset of “I am NEVER going to get better at running” *cue dramatics*
Thankfully, I have an amazing friend in @vtcupcake who listens to my dramatics and then tells me, with love, to unpiss myself.
I’m trying.
My knee has also been a constant source of frustration. I feel like no one can give me an answer on what the hell is going on. It keeps filling up and getting super swollen. My PT thinks meniscus tear. My ortho thinks it’s a combo of arthritis and patellar issues. I’m ready to stick a needle in my knee and drain it myself. It doesn’t hurt, thankfully. It just gets really uncomfortable. Everyone is assuring me that it’s structurally sound, but I’m so frustrated. There’s a lot of weeks ahead of me and I have some big goals.
And now that I’m done whining...
Answer: I am making one apple pie. There’s only 4 of us, my dad is a diabetic, I’m making very, very slow weight loss progress, so I kind of don’t want to go nuts. But if you count wine, then I “made” a lot of that. And by made, I mean ordered.