And That Just Bites

I had to face it.  I just wasn't going to make it.  I wasn't going to make the half marathon.

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.