I don't even know where to begin but I am crushed with disappointment which may explain why it has taken me so long to post because that will make it all the more REAL. Following the Diva Dash Half I have not been able to walk, let alone run without severe pain. I took the end of September off and started seeing a chiropractor. He is an amazing doctor and we exhausted pretty much all treatment options. October came and went with little improvement. I had to pass up running the Army 10 Miler and I wasn't able to run at the Marine Corps Marathon with Kimberly. I also had to make the decision to defer the Richmond Marathon until next year which hurt my heart and soul. I know to most people it's just a race, and a silly race at that. Honestly, who would want to run 26.2 miles? Most people don't even like driving that far but 26.2 has become so much more than a number to me. 26.2 has taught me so many things and instilled a unique sense of confidence and strength knowing that I can do anything that I put my mind to. I may have shed tears over this decision but I also realized that the start line will be there next year and it is about so much more than crossing that finish line. My journey has truly been amazing and I have come so far as a runner over the past year. One year ago when Kimberly and Eileen had just finished the marathon I remember thinking that I while I admired them, marathoner was not a title I ever wanted to chase. So my running journey continues just not exactly how I had planned... which seems to be the story of my life.
"Success has been and continues to be defined as getting up one more time than you've been knocked down."