When is the right time to freak out?

So, some super cool stuff just happened in my little world. And then something not so cool. Yes, I have been running. Two weekends ago, I ran 18 miles. I contemplated doing a 20 miler this past weekend, but truly, there wasn't spot to fit it in because I had the awesome opportunity to ride in a clinic with an Olympic Medalist in dressage.

Just a little intimidating...

This is the second time I've ridden with him, but this time was such a huge improvement over when I rode with him in April. Riding with this caliber of trainer is always intimidating, but Louie also happens to be a quarter horse, which are not typically an ideal breed for dressage. I was a little apprehensive going into it.

Not the best angle, but he sure is cute!

Well, I needn't have worried because little Louie was a superstar. I rode harder than I've ridden in a long time and Conrad Schumacher told me that he liked him and that, "this horse wouldn't be as nice as he is if I wasn't such a good rider." He also told my trainer that he thought Louie could go up the levels, which is always questionable with a western bred horse. Eeeeeeeee!!! Awesome, right?

So I spent the rest of the weekend in a self congratulatory haze feeling all amazing and like the world was my oyster and nothing could ruin it for me.

Then on Sunday night, I felt a weird tightness in my right knee and the freaking out started. Then I really started freaking out last night when it still hurt. I ran 4 miles and I wasn't crippled, but 4 miles is somewhat shy of 26 and I'm starting to really lose my shit because I have a wee little marathon coming up in less 3 weeks.

Please work, please work, please work...

So this has been me all day at work: leg elevated and ice every half hour. I've also been less than pleasant to be around, according to my coworkers. But I don't believe them.

Someone please help me calm the fuck down because I'm pretty sure that my amazing weekend of riding is the cause of my knee issue. I refuse to call it an injury because I refused to be injured. Aaaaaaaahhhhh! Why now?!?! Why????!!!!

So feel free to just reassure me that everything is going to be fine. Even if you're lying because I'm planning on ignoring things I don't like right now. It's how I roll.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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