I really need to run today, but I'm not sure my calf muscles are going to let me. And Mathis' ankle is hurt today too. How in the world are we going to run 13.1 miles on a mountain in four weeks?
And although I'm trying my best to be positive I'm still feeling really down and hurt about missing the Shamrock race. I still can't understand why it happened, and I just have to remind myself that I'll never understand. I'm having doubts about the Blue Ridge Half, and it doesn't feel good... Although most everyone is so encouraging, others have chuckled a little bit when I've told them I overslept the Shamrock, and many people keep telling me I'm crazy to run the Blue Ridge.
Right now I'm trying to find a bible verse that I can claim during my training and race for the Blue Ridge Half that will help me stay focused and motivate on the right things.
Sorry to be such a Debbie Downer this morning, but I'm just keeping it real...
Updated to add some wise words from my husband... "I think this [meaning my attitude and soreness] is a hump that all runners have to beat that may be harder than any race. You get to a point where it seems like there's a string [or multitude, in my opinion!] of things in your way and you have to be mentally tough"