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 ins...