It's not personal - I love blogging so much, and sharing this whole journey with you, from where I started with an awful car accident, a very messed up back and out of shape, to running my first marathon and working towards my first ultra marathon, has been amazing. I've met so many wonderful people through here, you all inspire me and I love reading your blogs too. But I want this to be a positive place, where I share the best parts of my day and talk about my favourite things in the world: running, fitness and food.
|Trying to write this very post at the airport... over week ago.|
But after reading touchingly open and honest posts by two of my most favourite bloggers (here and here), I was inspired to open up too. I appreciate when bloggers let me into their worlds, and odd as it may seem, the bloggers I follow seem like friends. No one's life is perfect, and it doesn't feel "real" to only read about the great things in a blogger's life - so I'm going to be honest too and hope you'll forgive this downer post for today.
So now I guess you're wondering what on earth happened?!
On Wednesday morning, two weeks ago this morning, I was in another car accident.
Someone wasn't looking as they were coming off the highway onto a merge ramp, and hit my car hard from behind. My neck was fully turned when I was hit, so it's caused a lot of problems with my back and neck. I'm having a hard time sitting and just getting through normal day-to-day things.
Remember the ultra marathon that I am registered to run on Saturday, the one I spent the last 4 months training for and putting in back to back 20 to 22-mile runs, followed by 10 mile runs the next day? I was REALLY hoping to still be able to run. Yes, I know that was probably naive and stupid, but you know how it is when you want something so badly. I was convinced that I would run anyway, even though I knew it would be very painful.
I started physiotherapy yesterday, and got the news that I was dreading: the ultra is out of the question. Not happening.
Needless to say, I'm heartbroken. It's hard not to feel a little bitter that barely 2 weeks before the big day, after all the miles had been logged and so much of my free time this summer was sacrificed to get those long (and I mean looong!) runs in, I won't get to experience the feeling of crossing that finish line, or to call myself an ultra marathoner.
I'm trying to stay positive, but I'll be honest, it's a struggle. I went back to work yesterday and I am starting to get back into a routine again, but I am still spending my evenings in bed with ice packs on my neck and heating pads on my back waiting for things to start to heal. I know I have a long road ahead of me, lots of physiotherapy and I know it's going to be a painful process.
|Sister time and ocean help to make everything better.|
Now if only I could turn my neck!!
Right now I am leaning on my family and friends, and taking things one day at a time. It's hard to wrap my head around everything, but I know I will come around, and I'll set my sights on a new race to work towards.
And when I cross the finish line, it will feel that much better knowing that I will always choose to fight, and I will get back on my feet no matter what.
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Tell me about something that you're training for (so I can pretend I'm cool and training for something too!)
What was your proudest race you've ever finished?
And, because I'm planning on consuming at least my body weight in ice cream this week, tell me what the best flavour is!!
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