Take two advil and call me in the morning....

I am not completely healed. That is frustrating! Jerod and I went to run our 5min 1 min X 5 schedule last night and I made my first run pretty well but during my second run I started feeling a very familiar pain in my ankle. And this is with my brace on. So half way through my 3rd run, I had to quit because of the pain. AHHH! I grabbed my water bottle and started walking determined that I was going to finish even if I had to walk the rest of the way. After walking two laps I thought I could handle one more run. So I ran one more 5 minute section and then stopped completely deflated and sad. I decided to walk one more lap just to cool down and cry it out on the track. I figured that would be better than showing my husband my failure. Well, that plan didn't work. He saw me crying and told me that I am NOT a failure. He reassured me that for someone who was running just a month after spraining both ankles, I was doing really well. And he also reminded me that we haven't even started our "official" training yet. He convinced me that ANY thing I could do was successful. Wow...God really knew what He was doing when He gave me Jerod. Talk about saying the exact right things at the exact right moment. And knowing that I would take it better from him than anyone else...well, I just have to say, he's awesome. So I know that I'm not a failure and I am doing the best I can and that's all that counts right now. At least I'm doing it. But one thing has occurred to me more than anything...Advil is going to be one of my best friends! : )