Wednesday, April 11, 2012

Dearest Achilles...

First of all I want to thank you for all of your hard work and support that has gotten me through countless events with finishing times I only dreamed about, but with that being said I have a few issues I'd like to talk to you about.

I know relationships are hard and they all have their ups and downs, but you are keeping me from getting through all my ups and downs (climbing hills that is).  I feel as though I have treated you well both pre-and post-marathon.  I only ran 3 days a week giving you days of swimming, cycling, and stretching to recover.  I iced, rolled, and stretched like crazy so as not to make you mad, and I even took it easy at the Oakland half despite your throwing a tantrum at mile 5/6.  But, I have been devastated devastated since you decided to turn on me and throw tendonitis in my face.  I know it was just a mild fight, but these relationship issues need to be resolved so I may add some run, bike, tae bo, and zumba to my routine.

If you don't set aside our differences for me then do it for my track friends, who have had to pick up the slack for me in my absence rounding the track.  Or do it for my few cycling friends who want to get outdoors and enjoy the sun as we train for 70.3 this summer.

I have already made accommodations towards reconciling, I just need you to meet me half way.  I've spent a full week in the pool and have been working hard to have my arms take on some of the burden you've had to bare.  I even visited the chiropractor and went for a massage to give you some extra recovery help. I've iced, stretched, and even did heel lifts like the doctor asked me to.  I feel I have been more than reasonable, and I have every intention of visiting the physical therapist on Friday.  I'm begging you, please be happy, Wildflower is less than 4 weeks away and I although I'm willing to compromise on a relay I still would feel better if you are in working order so I can slowly progress toward Vineman.