I had on my super cute practice race outfit. I took a baby aspirin to prevent "sudden death" just like my race handbook suggested. The weather was perfect - 52 degrees with light rain.
I was ready.
But, uh, my body had other ideas. I struggled from about mile 4 on. Yep, that early. I stretched every 2 miles when the other stopped for water. Little to no difference. I got very far behind after about 10 miles. I limped along. At mile 13 I lost everyone completely. I drug my lame leg behind me all sad, like a gimp dog that really needs one of those little carts for his heiney. My knee felt like it was encapsulated by a steel band and about 4 times it's normal size. (but it wasn't actually swollen) The pain was beyond intense.
I prayed out loud. A lot. I asked God to help me "run with endurance the race set before me." Hebrews 12:1 I called out to Jesus on several occasions to help me "run and not grow weary, walk and not faint." Isaiah 40:31 I selfishly asked Him to take away my pain, then realizing what a whiny butt thing that was to ask for, I asked (again, out loud mind you) for Him to help me bear the pain. At one point I actually sat on a curb and cried. I'm not a cryer. That's how frustrated I was.
God is faithful. He always answers our prayers. Sometimes though, He says "no!" And as the pain continued, I repeated Isaiah 40:31 and then it hit me, I'm asking for help running AND walking, not just running. So I walked. And then pain went away. Run, pain. Walk, not so much. So I walked the last 3 miles.
I cried some more when I got back to the store and Kat hugged me. Cried when Michelle hugged me. Cried again the whole way home. Cried during my ice bath. Cried in the shower. It's been a crybaby day. In three weeks I have to somehow find the balls to double my running distance from today. Without crying. Without hobbling like Tiny Tim.
Later, Jules stopped by for a visit. She's training for the 3 Day Walk for the Cure so she walked over. I'm so proud of her! It's always good to chat with a sweet friend. While she was here, my dear momma stopped by to bring me some Halloween soap. Sweet cinnamon pumpkin! Everyone is so good to me.
We then proceeded to Mikayla's 2nd birthday party. Mikayla and Amelia are the sweetest little girls. Here is the birthday girl, pretty in pink!Me and Amelia, she was wearing the bows from the gifts in her hair, plus the lip gloss and body glitter I bought for her. What girl can't use a little glitter in her life?It's cool and rainy here, dark and gloomy. So what better way to relax the evening away than to slip into your Hello Kitty jammies, your favorite gigantic Michigan sweatshirt and fuzzy pink slippers? Bliss. I'm taking my kitties and headed to bed. 4:20 was ages ago and it's been a long day. Tomorrow will be better for sure. And better still if I can get 10 hours of sleep tonight!