On the right, you will notice one cantaloupe-sized knee that appeared without warning in the middle of the night last night.
I have no idea what I did to re-injure it (no "It's Raining Men" involved this time), but I’m off to the doctor tomorrow to find out more. Until then, I just don’t have it in me to write a happy post (Spain, part dos) about our recent trip. Without my usual morning run and other routines (and the prospect that I won’t be running my fall races), I’m feeling a little sorry for myself today. Even though I logically understand that injuries are a part of running, each one you get can seem catastrophic at the time.
Here’s hoping for a little more perspective after seeing the doctor tomorrow and a little less “poor pitiful me” posts from here on out.
Happy Sunday, everyone!