I'm not gonna lie to ya; I'm pretty upset. The injury to my Achilles occured on March 21. It is now April 7. It's been two and a half weeks, and I am still feeling some significant pain.
Yesterday was a good day; I felt like I was getting a lot better. There weren't any moments of "sonofaBITCHow" and I thought I was truly on the road. Then I was walking up my stairs and I lost my footing and ZOWIE, shooting pain right to the Achilles.
Is this how my life is going to be? Begin feeling better, only to re-injure the damn thing? Almost reach the point where I can start training again, just to be sent back to the starting line.
Fuck you, Achilles. You're an asshole. You're messing with my head and my body, and I'm pretty sick of it.
I can't help feeling like a failure. I know that logically this is just nuts, but that really doesn't make it suck any less. I have goals, and I'm afraid I will never be able to accomplish them. I started out thinking I couldn't run. Then I proved to myself that I could. What if I really can't? What if I can never complete a half marathon? What if that insane dream of a triathlon is really just a cruel joke played on me by the universe.
Fuck you, Achilles. You've made me feel weak and incapable. You, like Winter, seem to have me in a stranglehold, and I really hate your ass right now.