Last year I joined a running group as a promise to myself to get back into shape. I committed with this training group to run a half marathon (ok more like a blended run/walk cuz of the ole’ hip replacements LOL) but yes I was going to RUN again!!!
Crazy me right?
I trained for this half marathon for over 6 months. I challenged myself with hill repeats and other forms of cardio torture. I was trying something different, and it was pulling and stretching me in amazing ways!
I was getting stronger!
I felt myself getting stronger both mentally and physically. I felt less stressed in my day-to-day life, I was sleeping better and I was loving this running thing!
So after 6 months of sweat, and countless mornings where I wanted to stay in bed but I got up and ran instead, the half marathon was now just a week away. I was excited, nervous and feeling pretty great that I had put in the work and my goal was in sight.
Just days before the run, we found out the unfortunate news that my Aunt had passed away and her funeral was to be on the exact date of the half marathon.
I was upset to lose my Aunt, and of course I was going to be there for the funeral, so running in the half marathon with the thousands of other runners was now out of the question. But I was also bummed that this goal I had worked towards would now not be completed.
I felt defeated, and guilty for feeling that way. Geez Louise!
I could have quit.