There is a small inflammation in my calf muscles and Achilles tendon. It is nothing serious, and it is easy to resolve, but I have not been running since the race, and the marathon training is on indefinite hold. It could be another week. It could be longer. Although I understand how absolutely ridiculous it is to care this much, whenever I think about my marathon, there is a tightness in my chest and my eyes well up.
After talking over my options with my trainer, best case scenario is that with rest and physical therapy, it will have healed enough by mid-March that I can run Barcelona not as a race but as a long run in preparation for another marathon in April or May in which I will run for time. That is not a terrible prospect. Who wouldn’t want to spend a long weekend in beautiful Barcelona, and enjoy a leisurely 42-km jogging tour of the city on Sunday morning along with roughly 15,000 other people? I would! So why am I crying?
Worst case scenario? Let’s not even go there. Not yet, anyway.