With 26 days to the biggest endurance event to my athletic life, I'm feeling a little skiddish that I just took 6 whole days off.
Last Wednesday. Nothing
Last Thursday. Nothing
Saturday. Nothing. Ok, I actually went dancing, but really? Nothing.
Monday. You got it, nothing.
Am I crazy? Well, isn't this whole sport crazy.
In all seriousness, I've got two things going on with physical me. 1. I've got a tweak in my shin. Really, it was a tweak three weeks ago. Now, it's scaring me. I took some time off to RICE it. I'm going to give it a test run tonight. It's still a little sensitive. I've also got a strange "where did that come from!?" bruise on the corresponding ankle. Huge, size of a baseball bruise on my ankle. No idea where that came from. Not helping the sensitive shin though.
2. I'm already freaked-the-hell out about Augusta. I've had three (yes, three) panic attacks this week about it. Mentally, I'm shutting down with any confidence that I've built up that I can do this. I feel guilty asking my support group to build me up again because I've depended so much on them the past few months. I think some of this mental freak-out could possibly be giving some psychosomatic symptoms of the leg issues.
Twice this week, I've considered a DNS on Augusta and my fall marathon. Just call it quits and go home.