My doctor is pretty sure that my shoulder injury isn’t a tear, it’s just an impingement — an inflammation of soft tissue. If I had all the time and money in the world, I’d certainly go get that MRI that he has recommended “just because he’s curious.”
But I don’t have either.
Money is one thing that I certainly do not have lying around, but the more important (!!) issue is my race on July 30. After a bunch of hemming and hawing (usually around Mile 5 of a run) that the shoulder injury is a perfect excuse out of it, I have decided that I am officially racing. And with that, I don’t have time to wait for MRI appointments and then physical therapy appointments and then for someone to decide if I can swim or not. Rather, I am falling back on my ol’ stand-by:
The power of positive thinking.
Laugh if you want, I don’t care. Sure, I’m icing semi-regularly (maybe 2x/week instead of every day) and using ibuprofen semi-regularly (maybe 3x/week instead of 3x/day)… but I simply decided I’m going to swim and it’s going to be fine. It’s going to be better than fine. It has been. It will continue to be.
My 1.2 mile (~2100 yards) swim time at my Half Ironman last year was 36:39. In the pool on my first day swimming since my race on May 1, I swam 500 yards in 9 minutes without really trying. I hit that time again a few days later, and I swam a mile (1760 yards) in 29 minutes today. I will be “fine” for the race. The best news of all is that the pain isn’t nearly as acute during the swim OR as lingering afterward as it was before May 1.
In the meantime, I’ll just keep riding and running and chanting:
“I am so grateful I can compete in Barb’s Race with Caryn and the tri club!”
“I am so lucky my shoulder has healed and I am able to swim!”
“My body is an incredible machine that responds whenever I ask it to.”
“I am a triathlete! I will swim! I will bike! I will run!”
“I’m not crazy, no matter what anyone else says!”
Sure, it’s corny, but as much as I can’t afford an MRI, I can’t afford any negative talk around here. It serves no one and won’t get me any closer to competing, setting reasonable goals for my race, and accomplishing them. My riding and running have come too far for me to bail out now. I’m going for it!
Weekly Workout Wrap-up
Tuesday – 10.5 mile run
Wednesday – 60 minutes Jefferson Ave hill repeats (bike)
Thursday – 6.5 mile run
Friday – OFF (+ Book Club hangover — ugggghhhh)
Saturday – 45-mile bike ride + core