I Pity the Foo’!

I was thinking of the dreaded “t” word — tendinitis — and for some reason Mr. T popped into my head.  I think I’m delirious from being isolated all day attempting (key word: attempting) to write my paper.  And while I thought I would set blogging aside until my paper was done, I’ve become a little too fond of this calorie-free indulgence to stay away for too long!

So back to tendinitis: My knee is feeling almost as good as new, yay!  We’ll see when I can start running again.  So you know that Mr. T is the reason I couldn’t run my first marathon a week ago that I had trained to run with my best friend.  I forgot to post a note telling you all how she did!  Tamara ran her first marathon in 5 hours, 12 minutes.  She is such a trooper and an inspiration to me! Look at her – can you tell that she had a baby less than a year ago? No way!

Watching Tamara and the other runners come to the finish line was truly a moving experience.  I hate to get all sentimental, but, seriously – there were friends who would hold hands as they crossed the finish line.  There were mothers and fathers who would come near the line and all of their family would run out to finish with them.  It was beautiful.

Somehow “pitying the foo’” and tendinitis go hand in hand.  I was throwing myself a pity party when I found out I couldn’t run the marathon or run at all for while.  I pulled out the “woe is me” card and threw it around like I was Gambit or something.  Then I realized – who gets screwed in the end if I waste my time crying over what I can’t do?  I do.  This was an important dear-diary sort of lesson to learn.  So today when it was 9 p.m. and I was like “my paper is lame, I haven’t worked out and all I want is to go for a run,”  I quickly packed my bag for the gym and thought to myself, “um, I like you better when you’re cranky than when you’re whiny, and just ‘cuz you can’t run doesn’t mean you’re allowed to stop progress on your health goals.”  Yes, I do have pep talks with myself.  If you don’t, you’re missing out.  Seriously, you can be your own free therapist and it’s so convenient, you don’t even have to leave your house!

What do you tell yourself to crash your pity parties?

Tags: marathon, tendinitis