We got the flu, and that took me out of training for 5 weeks. Then we moved. Then I got bronchitis And, in case you didn't know, you need to breathe in order to walk. I rarely feel old, but that last trip on the sick train sure made me feel all of my 36 years. I could barely walk the kids half a mile to school. Not because I was sore, but because I couldn't catch my breath. It took 2.5 months to be able to take deep breaths again. Two weeks ago I was able to begin the training again. It's been quite the set back
I was able to change to the 5k. I cried when they confirmed it. It felt so much like failure. I was so sad. I really had to grieve the loss for a bit. I was really upset. And then I got redundant, and kept saying I was sad over and over.
Now, I've taken my Big Girl pill while putting on my big girl panties and dealing with it. I'm doing what I need to do to get where I want to be. It's not easy working my way back up the miles ladder, but I'm doing it. I will continue to work hard and make those 15 minute miles. Because I am Cotton Candy Awesome Sauce.
