Before I go on, I will say this-I know there are people out there with real problems. I have a wonderful family, a great house, food in my refrigerator and I'm healthy (more or less) I really shouldn't complain.
Now that I've got that out of the way....
I am REALLY angry. I would be less upset if I had an accident or a fall or something that caused an injury. I am injured because my body broke down doing what millions of people do everyday.
I was just starting to enjoy running. I looked forward to it. And I really liked my long runs. This was the only time in the week I was alone, with no responsibilities. For 90 minutes it was just me and the road. I wasn't mommy, I was me. It was nice. I'm upset with the prospect of losing that time. I could bike or swim but my bike is in a box right now and swimming indoors isn't the same feeling as being outside.
I realize I need to make a choice. I can sit at home and be sad and feel sorry for myself or I can get off my butt and do something. I think I will sit on my butt for one more day. Tomorrow I will do something. Maybe I'll figure out how to put my bike together, take a cycle class (if they are not full), swim, I could get really brave and try yoga. Whatever it is, I have to do something. I feel myself headed down a slippery slope. I'm depressed and angry.
I have an appointment with a Sports Medicine doctor on Wednesday. I hope he will at least give me an idea of what I'm up against.
For now, I'm going to hide under the covers and read a book. Tomorrow is a new day. My last day of being 36. I should end it with a bang. Let me know if you have any ideas.