Sunday's run ended in defeat. I'm getting a bit wiser in my 'old age' and I had to make a judgement call. Keep going or get hurt. My trail race on Saturday isn't happening. Well, it's happening, but I won't be there. Just when I found my motivation, my psoas had a conversation with my knee and my knee started chattering with my foot.
The buddings of potentially terrible running injuries.
And so, I rest. I ice. I ibuprofen (as if it's a verb).
And I take my new motivation and keep in my back pocket until I'm ready to test out my right leg.
Maybe I should be a triathlete again and find a little balance.