Of course the half marathon sucked — in fact, I came in dead last because I couldn’t run longer than a mile and a half, but I am a stubborn **** and I did not fly halfway across the country to get a DNF. So the half marathon sucked because clearly I suck, and I’m not allowed to do things that just might make me happy. Oh, no.
I went to see my doctor because I wanted to get a referral for an X-ray; my friend’s stress fracture is in almost the exact same place where my pain is located, and I wanted to rule that out. Yeah, it hurts like hell, and I can’t walk without crutches (uh, I can’t even walk with crutches, but I do have blisters on my palms now), but I really don’t think it’s broken.
It’s not. Apparently, I have a ruptured tendon.
I am so done.