The story of my life these days. 
The good news: I am almost recovered from injury.
The bad news: I will likely keep hurting myself until I give up long distance running.
Yeah, I knew it was inevitable. That doesn’t mean I am handling the realization gracefully. My knee is crap. Deal with it and move on, right?
So after 2 full weeks off, I am back at it. Slower and with less endurance than before, but I’m running. I can do 3 miles fairly easily, but my first 5 miler on Sunday left my knee feeling pretty sore that night. I am trying really hard to take it slow and build up mileage carefully to avoid another injury. But soreness after 5 miles? That doesn’t bode well for another marathon. I’m hoping it’s just my muscles and tendons and all that settling back in.
It would be so easy to jump back in and head out right now for 10 miles. I want so badly to prove to myself that I can. And yet doing that could very well lead to more injuries and prevent me from doing the things I want to do. Catch 22.
*sigh* I’m trying hard to be smart about this. Going slow, building base miles, and hoping that I still have time once this is all over to train for the marathon in December. And, more importantly, trying to remember that if I can’t do this marathon there will be others.
