Lots of fun with fathers today. I got to make breakfast for my husband, take my dad out for lunch, and take my father-in-law out for ice cream. I am lucky to have these men in my life, particularly the one who's doing the bulk of the work of keeping up our house and raising our children while I exist in this alternate Iron-universe (you know who you are).
And so to switch back to that alternate universe…I am worried about my left calf. It's been extremely tight and sore since my run on Friday, and it almost feels like I injured it again. I have been trying to baby it this weekend, but I'm 85% sure I'm going to try to get an appointment with Dan the Physical Therapist tomorrow to see if he can loosen it up and tell me if anything is really wrong. (NOT that that would stop me at this point.)
This exact same thing happened to me during the taper for my marathon a couple of years ago, which made me stop running a week and a half early and caused much strife and worry. A runner friend went so far as to pray for the well-being of my left calf, and wouldn't you know? It was the only part of my legs not in excruciating pain by the end of the marathon.
So Diana, could you please pray for my left calf again? I could also use volunteers to pray for my right calf, left hamstring, right hamstring, left quads, right quads, left foot, right foot, left shin…