I went there to buy another knee compression brace. The one my doctor gave me is too big. So I was telling the guy about what I needed and here is a summary of how the conversation went:
Me: Well, I’m looking for a knee brace that I can wear for my marathon tomorrow. I’m having quite a bit of pain behind my knee from my hamstring. The doctor gave me one, but it’s too big.
Him: You are running the marathon tomorrow and you are just now dealing with this?
Me: (Long history of what I have been doing for the past few weeks.)
Him: I don’t think you should run the marathon.
Me: (Jaw on floor, tears almost in eyes.) Um, well I am. (Cheeks are burning)
Him: I don’t think it’s a good idea.
Me: Do you think I will finish? (I’m sweating now.)
Him: I don’t know but it’s not smart. There are other marathons.
Me: (List of reason why I want to do THIS marathon.)
Him: (Goes into this whole deal on how I need new shoes. It’s all my shoes .They are wrong.)
Me: I’ve heard it’s wrong to wear new shoes for a marathon.
Me: Well, I don’t want new shoes. I just want a knee brace.
Him: (They didn’t have one that would work, but he gives me some pain cream to rub on my muscle and tells me he will be working the 2nd aid station and that he will see me then.)
I left. My knee hurt worse. My attitude was low and if I see him tomorrow, I will want to throw water on him. I now hate him and have set out to prove him wrong…
Just returned from dinner, pasta at a generic pasta chain that advertises on T.V. The plan: watch Matt drink a few beers and wish I could have one, while sitting around looking at the clock until bedtime.
I had the sudden thought this afternoon: maybe I will have appendicitis and won’t have to run the marathon tomorrow.
I’m feeling a bit unsettled.