Monday, June 25, 2012


The past week has been a whirlwind. I went from completing a decent 13.1-mile run on Sunday to barely being able to walk on Tuesday to being diagnosed with a possible hamstring tendon tear on Wednesday. I had an MRI on Friday and hope to have results by the end of the day today. To say that I'm on pins-and-needles waiting for my phone to ring would be an understatement.

What's crazy to me is just how devastating that diagnosis was to me last week. I went from a feeling of supreme motivation to the exact opposite, complete apathy or burn-out, in a matter of moments. My head was completely knocked out of the game. I cut my swims short. "What's the point?" I said to myself. I even cut one of my rides short, which I never do. I obviously haven't run since Wednesday.

It's weird. I'm a fairly positive person, but last Wednesday sparked a vicious downward spiral. That little bit of news was like the straw that broke the camel's back. I'm not sure what's going to happen today or this week or on the fifteenth, but now I've got a mental battle to fight as well as a physical one.