A mile into this morning’s run, I knew I wasn’t going to make the 4 miles. My knee was tight and hot.
Two miles in, I was walking – and in tears.
I spent six months focused on training so that I could finish a marathon.
And I did.
But I can’t run now, when I need it the most. This month, of all months.
It’s not the end of the world. I know this. All things equal, this is a minor injury to my knee which rest will most definitely cure. I can swim and do yoga in the meantime.