When Achilles was born, his mother dipped him into the river Styx to make him immortal. However, when she held him by his heel, she forgot to dip him twice to cover that area to make him immortal. He was shot in the heel by Paris with an arrow, and that was it. Poof, gone. It was his one vulnerable spot.
I wish I had just one vulnerable spot. So even though I knew better and that I am already having aches and pains from a touch of Achilles tendinitis right now, I decided to run today. Really all I did was inflame it beyond belief because I wanted to run, run fast, and run hard because I was upset. I didn't care. I would have rather felt my own physical pain then deal with my emotional surprise pain. Here and now is not the place to really divulge the day's details, but I am feeling vulnerable. My family is vulnerable. I am helpless.
Today's success: Ran faster and longer. Did 50 minutes on the treadmill and 3.89 miles. Decent. Then followed that up with a workout with Igor for another hour.
Today's setbacks: Made the attempt to not overeat and really do well, but when I got home, I ate a whole sleeve of ritz crackers and hummus. Freakin' crackers. Oh, and I caved and ate a cookie this morning. It was amazing though. But at least that was in the morning. Oh, and running even though I really knew better, and now I'm going to have to baby my Achilles even longer.
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