A Change In Plans

Nothing ever goes as planned.  Right?  This past spring I was feeling great, at the peak of my marathon training, when I received the notification that my application for the Great Cranberry Island Ultra had been accepted.  I had pretty big plans for this Ultra.  It's a BQ'er.  I thought that after Sugarloaf, I'd have time to recuperate then come back stronger to BQ on a super course.  Funny how my heel had other plans in store for me after I jumped off the paddle board.  I had finally wrapped my mind around being able to complete Saturday's 50k with a walk/run, spend a great day with friends and family, feast on a well earned lobster dinner, and camp out on the island that night.  I even wrote the blog post about it, yesterday.

Then, shortly after writing that post, I left to pick my daughter up at daycare.  As we were leaving, I bent over to tie her shoes, and POP!  Then instant pain that brought me to the floor (with tears), and instant swelling of the knee.  Then more pain.  Awesome.

I came home, iced it, took some ibuprofen, and rested.  Hoping it was really just a bad dream.

When I woke up this morning and the knee was still quite swollen and I was feeling discomfort, I knew that my plans for this weekend had changed.

Apparently the running gods are sending me a strong message.  I will not be an Ultra Marathoner this weekend.   

check out that beauty of a swollen knee over here ^

I'm calling it quits at this point.  No GCI for me.  I am bummed.  More than bummed actually.  There were lots of tears today.  I had my little pity party.  Now I just need to focus on getting better.  And I WILL get better.  

I do have an appointment with my primary care in the morning.  I am fairly certain she will not be able to give me any answers and that I will be referred to a specialist.  Which will mean more waiting.  Of course.