Breathing is good.

Sigh.

And ... breathe. 

Now that that's out of the way, I can write. I'm injured, no doubt about it. I first thought it was a twinge, or maybe just an irritation, but I am injured. And it makes me mad. I know it comes with training; we push, push and push and sometimes our body pushes back. I know that I should be getting all the negative crap out of my head, and let the positive thoughts flow in (because we don't need the negativity floating around in there!), but it's hard. I know healing takes time, and I'm working to remind myself of that.

My injury isn't really defined. It's a roller coaster of ups and downs and an encyclopedia of events. All my symptoms and pains come and go, improve and get worse with no patterns or correlations that I can find.

My last run was 4 weeks ago today, and that is killing me.

However ... I'm re-building.

I'm rebuilding my foundation so that when I can train like I want to train, I'm stronger than ever. I'm in the weight room more (a very good thing) and working on my mountain bike skills - because I have none! I'm focusing and doing what I am able.

 I'm even doing some racing this year!

PHOTO CREDIT: Redline Photography

I've readjusted my goals and race calendar for the year, however even that I'm not certain of.

But it's a plan.

I'm taking things day by day because some days I feel horrible and the next day is an improvement. This is new territory for me, and while I may not like it, I'm not letting it push me around! I'm longing for the day when I can run again, but until then I'll be on the trails - attempting to shred one dirt path at a time!