Failure

I did the responsible thing, but I feel like a complete failure. I considered not even blogging about my run today, but figured others might learn from my experiences.

Since I started running, I never stop, I never cut my run short, I never give up no matter what hurts. I ran my first half marathon with a stress fracture in my foot (I didn't get the official diagnosis until after the race, but I still remember the run that I did it). I used to think this made me a bad ass, but now I realize that it was just stupid. When you have an injury or strain rest is always the best answer. I never follow this advice, unless it is required by a physician, and then it is still questionable.

Today I started to feel tense and tight in my left inner thigh around mile 2 of the run. I stopped to stretch it out and kept on going. I paused to stretch several more times and couldn't get it to loosen up and the pain got progressively worse. I considered turning around to go home, but couldn't make myself actually do it, until about mile 9 and I was already on my way home. I finally gave in to the pain and fear of hurting myself further. I called my husband to pick me up. I know it was the best thing to do, but I still feel like a quitter for doing it. Hopefully some ice, and maybe rest, will help the muscle strain.

Miles logged: 9.4