Injured

Tuesday, two days after what seemed to be a total disaster, I decided to try and run a very slow 3km to see if I could run without feeling any pain. 1.50km into it, it really started to hurt again. I thought it would maybe go away but I officially stopped after 1.90km. What a complete failure, I thought. I had never been in a position where I literally had to stop running because my body wouldn't let me. I held back my tears and tried to convince myself that things would get back to normal sooner or later. I was hoping for sooner. Then, all of a sudden, it started raining like crazy! I hadn't walked 100m and I was already soaking wet from head to running shoes. To get home faster, I was convinced I could still run a little. I could just hear my mom's voice in the back of my mind saying, "if it hurts, stop". So again, I stopped and walked home. After resting for a whole week now, not doing very much, my dad asked me if I wanted to join him in his slow 3km. Scared to know if it would only get worst if I did, I nervously accepted the "challenge". It was actually not that bad. After maybe 2km, I hadn't felt any pain. But for the last kilometer, I knew that my hip hadn't come back completely to how it used to be. For now, I atleast know that's it's getting better and maybe in a few weeks I can run again, YAYYYY! I also have my aunt's bike which will help keeping my cardio. Shout out to her, thanks Anne ;)