Hello and Happy Day to you!
If you read my blog post from Tuesday, you already know that Rock n’ Roll San Diego did not go as planned.
I tweaked my hamstring during the 5K and was unable to run the half marathon on Sunday.
It was a major bummer.
I will admit that I was both royally pissed and extremely upset.
I had registered for the race back in June of 2015 and had really been looking forward to running it.
On race morning, I awoke to the sounds of cheering and the ringing of cowbells.
Why did I have to pick a hotel so close to the finish line?!?
I acted like a total freaking baby.
I wanted to just shove my head under the covers for the rest of the day and feel bad for myself.
I mean, that is what friends do… right?!?
So, I sucked it up and hobbled my way over to the finish line, grabbed a cowbell and started screaming.
As I stood there, cheering for thousands of people I didn’t know, I thought about all of the races I still have yet to do this year…
Napa to Sonoma
Rock n’ Roll Los Angeles
I realized that I have 10 MORE races this year to do.
I thought to myself, “why in the heck am I crying over one race?”
I mean really.
And I realized…
An injury is not the end of the world.
Even though it feels like it is.
There will be other races.
Even though it doesn’t seem that way.
The most important thing now is for me to be smart.
To foam roll.
To get lots of sleep.
And when my hamstring is ready… running will embrace me with open arms.
Because running is always there.
Running is always ready and waiting.
Because running is awesome.
See you soon running.