Dear soleus muscles in my calfs,
You are jerks. I can’t stand you. You have been making my life and my doc’s life MISERABLE for 7 months now. One minute I think you’re gone, the next minute you come back raging like someone’s shoving a burning spear into the inside of my calf. I can’t walk down a flight of stairs without feeling your presence. I don’t have full range motion when walking. The stupid part? I don’t feel you when running. So you’re CONFUSING THE SNOT OUT OF ME. Decide what you’re going to be you STUPID PIECE OF POO!
With that being said, you probably think you have defeated me, and rightfully so. My mind has been full of black clouds and doubt for several weeks now and I believe the phrase “I wish I’d never started running” came out of my mouth a couple of times. I was 5 seconds away from throwing it all away. I am emotionally spent. After 2011 just about sucking the life out of running for me, this was almost the straw that broke the camel’s back. For real this time. But you know what? While I may have to totally revamp my training and my mindset for the next however long, you WILL NOT win this battle. I’m sure you are going to continue to put up a very good fight, but I absolutely REFUSE to let you get the best of me.
You are going to cooperate with my PT/strengthening/stretching exercises. You will allow me to continue to cross train. You respond to therapy, massage, icing, taping, compression, ultrasound whatever. You WILL NOT cause me to miss out on accomplishing my 1/2 marathon. I may have to slow down, but that doesn’t mean I will give up.
So listen here, crappy calf muscles, you had better figure out who is in charge here real quick and we had better come to an understanding or else…
P.S. Have you entered my bondi band giveaway??