I'm still settling into the "injured" phase - hobbling on crutches is not a strong point of mine and I hate not being able to do anything. It was especially irritating the day after the race when my husband had to fill my plate at a breakfast buffet. (More irritating for him, than me, I imagine...) Hopefully I will have some answers and plans for the future after I see the ortho this afternoon.
Another irritating thing is realizing that I can't eat like a lumberjack anymore, particularly since I'm just sitting on my duff. :( Unfortunately my brain is light years ahead of my gut on this matter, and I still feel constantly hungry. Ugh. Hopefully I'll be up and running (and biking and swimming) again soon.
There is one cool thing that has come out of this, though. A few of the messages I've gotten via e-mail or Facebook after the race have mentioned that all athletes get injured - it's just part of life. The funny thing is that I've never thought of myself as an athlete really. I'm just a plain old middle-aged mom that likes to swim, bike, and run too far. That's not athletic. It's crazy. It's fun. But not athletic. Maybe I just need something to hold onto right now, but I think it is time to embrace the "athlete" moniker. I am an athlete. All athletes get hurt at some point. Being an athlete is better than being an athletic supporter. :)
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