I tweaked my left Achilles tendon this morning. Tearing or ripping an Achilles tendon, for someone my age, is the equivalent of a senior breaking a hip (it’s hard to come back from.) I was doing football drills and went one way as my foot went another. It gave and I hit the ground in pain. It’s still sore, but I’m moving around better.
I hope it gets better by tomorrow.
Actually, I’m sore all over. Since Friday, I’ve driven over 1,200 miles, spoken in Biloxi, Destin and Tupelo and run nine miles. I skipped the workout Monday morning because I worked until midnight the night before. I have to have more than 3 1/2 hours of sleep before I get in a car and drive six hours. I don’t want to end up as a singed mark on a tree.
This morning I couldn’t skip. And I felt like someone had taken a baseball bat to me. At this point, I feel like I need surgery to remove the car seat from my ass. I was skeptical when I ran the first warm up lap. I was skeptical when I finished.
Paul LaCoste pushed me a little bit on the football drills (you go the direction the coach tells you and you hit the deck occasionally.) I hurt my Achilles at that point. The rest of the session was gutting it out.
I’m telling you this not to complain — complaining does no good. I’m just saying there will be bad days. And when they happen, you have to suck it up and plow through them. Today was one of those day. I thought about my friends in the U.S. Special Forces as I limped my way through the exercises. They suck it up. I knew I could, too.
Hang in there, Marshall! Line 2 has your back every day!
Never flinch! – Isaiah 53:11-12