Today was not a good day in the land of the Tummy Troubles.
Some days eating gluten free is like a hallelujah chorus of angels. It’s the answers to every symptom I have. Then there are days like today… where everything falls apart. The symptoms flair up and I can’t do anything except sit on the sofa in my jammies.
I really really really, really really, want to run that half marathon. But when I feel like this I can’t even imagine doing it. I’m a little frustrated because I had ankle surgery a year ago so I could do things like half marathons and here I am, a year later and now it’s something else. What gives?!
It’s not the end of the world. I can still do 5k’s and 10k’s. What’s so bad about that? I guess I’m just tired of not having the freedom. Being restricted gets real old after awhile.
I desperately want gluten to be the answers to everything because answers you don’t like are so much better than no answers at all. I’m seeing the doctor on the 27th to hopefully start to get a more diagnosed idea of what’s going on. And maybe part of that is accepting that long distance running can’t be part of the picture right now. It doesn’t mean I can’t run a half marathon or marathon… someday.
Tomorrow is a new day. A new day to go for a run, eat a cookie and hopefully do something fun. Like shopping for a 1 year old’s birthday party. The sun always comes up, and everything seems worse before it gets better.