cinco de mayo. recovering.

Thanks for your kind words, everyone. It's good to have friends. But I flat out didn't do what I meant to, and all excuses aside, that's sort of hard to deal with after investing so many snowy mornings and sideways-hailing-Saturdays. I just need a little time to suck it up, and a few margaritas, and it'll be ok.

I was reading this about what to do when your race day goes to shit. I could run another in this training cycle. Madison is tempting. Or South Bend. But whatever. With three weeks of back-to-back weekend travel and racing, I really should just forget it. I screwed up, it happens, I'll laugh about it in a week.

I know that the biggest mistake I made- bigger than being sick or not being able to run up a hill- was not taking it in. My brain echoed "you're doing so badly" and "you should just walk it" from mile 5. People cheered and I shrugged. The kids wanted high 5's and I just walked past. I was so down on me from 1/5 of the way into the race that I didn't let it be fun, and I didn't let the fun solve the problem. I was Eeyore. And if you haven't run marathon before, I should just mention that the thing really hasn't even started yet at mile 5.

Moving on then.

In the meantime, more frisbee with Molly, more pizza, more quality time with Ben. Stump Farm is this weekend, and it's a course that even a completely terrible rider like myself can handle and have fun with.