Yesterday

Yesterday was the day of the race I was wanting to run.  Wanting being the key word.  Its been on my mind all week, reliving all the miles I had gone to work up to it.  Even in the hospital I thought maybe it was a possibility if I didn't run a ton.  While in the hospital I walked/ran 3.1miles 3 or 4 different times.  It felt great. A treadmill is completely different than outdoors, but still it was a major accomplishment for me.  I continued to hold on to my goal.  Then I got out of the hospital...

I will spare you all the details, lets just say its been a rough six weeks.  As I go about looking fine, my body says otherwise.  I've contemplated whether exercising so rigorously has left me in this state, but have come up with no concrete answers.  I still exercise about 3 times a week, but not as hard.  Motrin is my new best friend.

Yesterday as I thought about all those runners out there I was saddened.  Saddened that I couldn't be there with them, saddened that my body is really annoying me (for lack of a better word),  and saddened that I had to let go of this goal.  Now that it's over and I can move on from it that is exactly what I'm going to do.  This month of November I'm focusing on all that I'm grateful for and all that CF has blessed me with rather than taken away.  I choose to be positive and happy and enjoying every moment that I'm blessed to have.  A little retail therapy never hurt either.