I was looking forward to Sunday.
I had done my last run on Wednesday, and allowed myself to rest all the way until Sunday.
I wasn't going to do any dumb extra exercises to jeopardize my condition.
Wednesday passed, Thursday passed.
Friday passed.
My body was healing, healing, resting. It was 100% all the time. I was going to be more than ready for Sunday. Going to hit a PR. Going in with 100% condition and confidence. Even the haze dropped to moderate. Things were looking good.
Then, just as unexpectedly, SHIT HAPPENS.
After my first shift today, I accidentally banged my left shin onto the wooden edge of a sofa. *WHAM*! It hurt like F****. But in that instant, I wasn't worried about the physical pain. I was mentally destroyed. The beautiful picture of me running a good race on Sunday was SMASHED, along with the cells in my shin. Just like that, all my storing, all my resting, GONE.
I pretty much don't feel like typing anymore.
I can walk, even run. It's the most a blue black but there's an open wound and some swelling. But to do 10K, race pace, for 50 minutes. I don't know.
I don't even feel like typing AH F*** LA.
Just my bloody fking luck that this kind of accident happen to me ON THE LAST HOURS to the race.
But knowing me, I'll still go like a madman tomorrow.
My pride just won't let me admit defeat, will it?
On a last note, glad my 3 days is over. Truth be told, there's NOTHING to be glad about.
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