This one is NOT good.
While in Panama the week of February 5-11, I worked out in the hotel's gym. Both of the treadmills were down, so for 3 days I used their elliptical machine for 45 minutes each day. Then on Thursday evening, one of the two treadmills had been fixed, so I was raring to go.
That morning, checking my emails, I saw my final registration instructions in my email. I was SO EXCITED, especially after learning that this year's Princess/Theme was Rapunzel from "Tangled." This meant my medal for completing the course would be "Tangled"-themed. Yahoo!
So, I am on the treadmill and jogging at a good pace. I am psyched! I am jogging longer than I do at home. I am thrilled, I am....DOINK. I am hobbling. I am slowing down. My left knee has decided to poop out on me. I slow down and get off, only having done 20 minutes. I go to the front desk and ask for ice (there are no ice machines anywhere) and they say they'll send up some ice. Twenty minutes later and I am calling from my room asking where the ice is.
When it finally arrives, I pour it into an empty garbage can liner and place it on my elevated knee.
This. Cannot. Happen.
SO CLOSE! SO CLOSE!
Friday I hobbled at work in Panama, keeping my leg iced as much as possible while working. Saturday, we had to go into the office. My Panamanian co-worker brought me his knee brace from when he had surgery and told me to take it on the plane with me. Later that evening at the airport, I could NOT keep up with my Orlando co-worker who had come down with me, getting constant pings of pain. I ended up getting wheelchair assistance from Copa airlines AND they gave me an entire row of seats to myself. All three seats so I could stretch my leg out. Upon arriving in Orlando, I got wheelchair assistance from the plane, all the way through customs, baggage claim and passenger pick-up.
It's Monday the 13th when I type this. I am using a cane my sister Brenda had left in the car she gave Jacob. Thank goodness it was there. I have felt fine and then the next second felt awful. I made an appointment with an Orthopedics specialist who cannot see me until Monday the 20th. Then that next Saturday the 25th, is the race.
Too soon. So close. I almost made it.