Dear Left Foot:
I don’t know what more I can do for you. Ever since you were hurt, I have done my best to take care of you and get you back into running form. But you are fighting me with every step. I have bathed you in Icy-Hot. I have rested you on an ice pack. I have given you gentle massages. I have kept you elevated. I have even stopped running. And you know how much I hate not running. I’ve sacrificed for you in hopes of getting some compensation and a little relief in return.
But tomorrow is a 4 mile race I have been really looking forward to running. And you still aren’t better. I’ve done all I can for you and said prayers to the running gods that each morning I’ll wake up and take a step…and not feel pain.
But you have let me down each and every morning since the injury occurred.
I know runners have the mantra to run through the pain…well…tomorrow that is what I will have to do. Slowly. Easily. The very things I hate doing during a race.
I’m starting to wonder if my plan to really push myself on a race will ever come to be.
So…I ask again…before I rise to get the ice pack for one more night…please…please feel better in the morning.
I have my athletic tape ready in case you protest…but I’d really like to be able to move without limping or wincing. And I’d really like to…RUN!
So, please…have a little mercy on the runner who has taken some mercy on you.
Please? I bought you new running shoes last weekend…that should be incentive enough…
With my sincerest hope and gratitude:
Me.
The Celiathlete 