I planned today's post for months. I was FINALLY going to finish a half marathon. I set a goal to run a half marathon almost a year and a half ago (Damn you Life List #32). After registering for the Napa 1/2 and canceling due to my daughter's Mystery Diagnosis (still unsolved), then canceling the San Antonio 1/2 because I am an idiot who can't read a calendar, I was going to finish the Austin 1/2 this Sunday. I was anxious, nervous, but totally ready. Ok, maybe not totally ready. I was however, very much ready to cross the goal off my list. And then... my daughter came down with the flu, my husband went out of town, and I was left with trying to rearrange schedules so that I could still travel to Austin. Just about the time I had things lined up so I could run, I came down with the crud. Crap. Are you kidding me universe? Another failed entry. I am so frustrated. I'm beyond disappointed. I probably would have cried if I had the energy, but I was really sick Saturday. I WILL finish a half marathon and I WILL accomplish this before my birthday in April. However, I'll make sure that the next race I register for is based in Houston and that my husband does not travel anywhere, and have a double back-up for child care, and make sure that I walk around with a mask and Purell everything in sight the week before...I'm not going to tell anyone about the next race just so I don't jinx anything. Well, I'll probably tell T who has been supporting me through all this running nonsense!
*The picture is of my fabric flowers, completed while nursing my daughter back to health and watching 8 million episodes of "Wizards of Waverly Place" on Friday.