I'm miserable. I have been through numerous relationships where I have had to pick myself up and glue all of the pieces back together. But those always involved some stupid guy. Not running.
Against doctor's orders, I went for a 3 mile run/walk. More walking than running, actually. The only way Paul let me out of the house with my running shoes on was because I swore I was only going for a walk, and took Aiden in the stroller with me. So even when I did run, it was pretty slow. It's hard to run when you're pushing a 32 lb kid in a stroller. It felt good to be out, especially since this is the most gorgeous time of the year in Arizona. But I can't believe how low my fitness level has gotten. After only a quarter of a mile of running, my lungs felt like they were on fire!!! It seems impossible to me that less than two months ago I was running a half marathon. I need to take a spoonful of my own advice: There is a light at the end of the tunnel, even if you can't see it.... But that tunnel seems really long right now.
I seem to be healing quite nicely. I haven't had to take any type of pain medication in four days. Pretty good, since my surgery was six days ago!
I haven't decided whether or not I'm going to make the San Diego Marathon. I'm just going to keep trying to increase my mileage, and make the final determination the first week of May. I know that my fitness level will bounce back strong, but it just sucks starting over. Especially since it's from square one.