So I'm trying to get over the disappointment but I'm having a hard time. I'm also trying to remind myself that I raised $530 towards cancer research for cancer's "below the waist" like dad had. But I'm still bummed.
We left the Round Up Center just as the sky's cleared. Pretty awesome. I ran two k in really no time flat, I was gearing up for an under 1.05 finish. Then the worst (ok yes this is exaggeration) happened. I tripped. I tripped at the 2k mark and my quad crumbled. I had to make a decision. And I hate having to make decisions. I hurt. And I hurt big time. So I decided that the bike ride in two weeks was much more important than this run. So I walked. I jogged. But I didn't run. I told myself that I should just quit. Then I couldn't. I couldn't quit. My father, the strongest man I've ever known DID NOT QUIT. He never QUIT. He would still be here if cancer didn't quit for him. So I started crying. Must have been quite the sight. But it hurt. Man it hurt. My quad needs lots of work this next couple of days.
I finished in a crappy time of 1.20. But I finished and I'm very very proud of myself for sticking withit. next year I'll be a crew member on a bike pacing the runners :) because that I enjoy. That I can do!
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