|Making the best of a crappy situation.|
|My poor Trek.|
In a matter of two days, I had a crack in my foot and a crack in my bike.
Everyone had an opinion and they gave it to me. You can still finish, you can walk. Truth was, I didn't want to walk and I didn't want to just finish. It was a lot to mentally digest and I didn't make any decisions right away. In the end I decided that the long term effects of running the marathon weren't worth it. Today, it's easy to look back and know I made the right decision. It's a long road back from a fractured foot. Longer than anyone is honest about. If I had a dollar for every person who said I would be good as new in six weeks, I'd be a millionaire. Maybe I'm a slow healer, but six weeks later, it still hurt to walk without the boot.
I strongly believe that things happen for a reason, even when they aren't the way we had hoped. I had a lot of time on my hands to dwell on why I thought this happened. I've always tried to do too many things at once and I don't like missing out on things. Instead of spending more time resting and recovering from all the training I was doing, I was trying to keep up with my social life. I hardly ever said no to something. I thought I could do it all, I wanted to do it all. I continued to burn the candle at each end until something gave; unfortunately, in the form of a fractured bone in my foot. My boyfriend tried to encourage me to sleep more, take naps, stay home and rest, etc. Yeah, yeah, I knew what I needed. Apparently I also liked to learn things the hard way. Let's hope I'm past the need for such wild adventures in the future.
|Out for a cruise with the boot.|