Yesterday I ran 6 miles. They didn't feel great. I didn't get the joy I used to get from running. And when I got home, I spent the afternoon in bed. I could barely walk. This sciatica is really messing with me. It is extremely painful. I don't have physical therapy until this Friday.
I have a race to run in 24 days. I still have hope that I can get a half-marathon out of this body, but it is not a sure thing - at all. I still have a trip to Alaska to look forward to - whether I can run the race or not. But I sure wanted to run that marathon. then half-marathon.
My daughter called last night from rehab. She sounds like the woman I know and love. Happy. Cheerful. Funny. Intelligent. A far cry from where she was just a week or so ago. I wish they could keep her for a year.
Well, I think I will get out there amongst 'em and do the best I can with what I have got today. You do the same, OK?