this was only a test

I was waiting to write this post until after my test run of 1 mile this morning.  I was really hoping it would be a triumphant post, hooray, I ran a mile, I'm coming back!  Well, that's just not how my life works, I should know that by now.  It was awful.  It was incredibly painful and every step hurt and it took me 10 minutes and the only reason I kept going was because I was hoping it would improve but instead it just kept getting worse.  And I've been really calm and fine about not being able to run but now I am incredibly pissed off about how fucking unfair this situation is.  I did not overtrain.  I did not run through pain or come back too quickly.  I did not ignore my core or my strength training or my cross training.  I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING WRONG AND YET SOMEHOW I'M FUCKING INJURED AGAIN.  


Yes, I said fuck, I've actually said it 3 times now, sometimes life isn't all pink and clean so go ahead and unfollow me if I've damaged your precious retinas by not talking about butterflies and flowers and puppies.  Being injured sucks, it is completely awful and I'd go into more detail but thankfully Morgan already did the work of writing it for me so go read her post on injury.  I'm having the second kind of day, in case you couldn't tell.


And I swear, I swear to God, if anyone comments on this post and says anything like, "You got to run a mile, that's something!" or "better luck next time!" I will reach through the computer screen and break all your little typing fingers, I will find a way and my puppies will help me do it.