I guess if I could describe my life in two words it would just that...Plan B. Very few events go according to my plans. I guess most people could say that, but my life seems a little more so. Like most little girls, I dreamed of getting married and seeing my daddy so happy for my choice in a rich and totally hot man. My dad died when I was eleven and Rick hardly had any money. I guess I went with Plan A- on that one because, damn he's hot.
Last September I began running because a sister asked me to run a 5k with her at Thanksgiving. I thought she was a whack job, but I trained anyways and before I knew it I could run 3.1 miles without dry-heaving or vomiting! I actually enjoyed running...alot. I promptly downloaded the Bridge to 10k program and started on that and by February I wasn't quite at a 10k, but I could run five miles on a regular basis. I set my eyes on a half-marathon the middle of June in Provo, UT and began my training.
After about week five I noticed a pain in my heel and within a week I couldn't walk without alot of pain. I saw a podiatrist who gave me stretches and exercises and a magic boot to stretch out my heel and told me "this should help". Help it did not so two weeks later came the shot of cortisone, the miracle I was looking for. I was told to do nothing for three days and then take it easy. After a two mile run, then a three mile run three days later, I was once again in tears with the pain. Back to the doctor and another cortisone shot but this time I was told absolutely no running for two weeks. What does this mean? By the time this next two weeks is up, IF I can still run, I will have exactly four weeks to complete my goal of running a half marathon.
Enter Plan B. There is no way I can run the whole thing. No. Way. Am I crushed? Definitely. Am I devastated that I finally found something that I love that is good for me and now I can't even do it. Absolutely. Have I figured out a plan B? Yup. Here's hoping!