Today I was supposed to run 20 miles. Supposed to.
I’m tearing up a little bit as I write this. Sometimes, you can do all the work, you can want it 100%, and your body betrays you.
On Thursday I went for an 8.5 mile run. I felt fantastic. Then, all of a sudden, I felt a knife plunging into my lungs (not unlike a certain Roman Emperor). I thought at first that this pain was a “side stitch”, something I almost never encounter. I walked back to my car and decided to call it a day. The next day I went for a 6 mile run. About halfway through the run I felt the stabbing again. But this time it never went away. It hurts when I breath, espsecially deep breaths. Coach T thinks it might be a pulled muscle.
I don’t have to tell you how upsetting it is to work so hard, only to have your own body betray you. Hopefully this is just a temporary setback. Hopefully.
Beware the ides of September.