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But, I'm supposed to be running.
This Saturday's long run was supposed to be the end of training and the beginning of my taper to race day in 24 days, 5 hours and 8 minutes. June 17, 2017.
This was supposed to be my redeeming marathon. Grandma's 2016 was hot, humid and miserable. I thought I could do better. So, I signed up for Twin Cities Marathon and got bronchitis 2 weeks before, but raced anyway. I thought I might pass out along the way, but I finished. Grandma's 2017 was supposed to be the end-all, my redeeming race--the race to give me my true marathon time.
One step and one-half second might ruin my chances at running. Somehow, getting out of the car in a hurry in the rain on Saturday night, I planted my foot and jarred my knee resulting in an LCL sprain. NOT good when I have less than 4 weeks until race day.
I've run hundreds of miles and hundreds of thousands of steps training for Grandma's 2017 with no injuries. I'm completely frustrated that it might end with one dumb misstep getting out of the car.
I have PT in the morning, and I'll know more from them what my chances at running are. I certainly don't want to risk permanent damage, but I've training my a$$ off for this race yet again, and I know that not crossing the finish line will be one of the hardest things I'll have to do. Hopefully, this will miraculously heal overnight. That's (selfishly) my sole prayer right now.
