Imagine: you finished your last hard marathon-pace workout and reached the taper unscathed. Woohoo! Only two weeks until the marathon! You’ve worked hard all summer and you earned this rest day. You stroll down the sidewalk, sipping a #PSL and thinking about how much you love fall, when you step on a rock and twist your ankle, spilling coffee all over your boots. You roll your eyes, walk it off, and the next morning you can only hobble and limp because it hurts so much.
What happens next?
a) “Oh well,” you say brightly, because you’re always so chipper in the morning. “Guess I can’t run! It’s so great that I’ll have all that free time on marathon day!” You text your friends and make plans for brunch instead.
b) You experience a violent outpouring of unprintable words, panic, and desperate internal screaming that this cannot be happening.