It is true, I spent the past 4 weeks having a one person pity party. I was so frustrated to find out that I had a small medical issue that required immediate attention and would take me out of any workouts five weeks before my big debut of a 70.3 race. And that is the entirety of the five weeks. Eeek.
I think I cried for two of those weeks (I know I cry a lot...I always say that on an emotional scale of 1-10, if I am not in between 3 and 7, I will cry; happy and sad), not because I needed two back to back out patient surgeries, not because I possibly had something wrong with me, not because I hate going to the doctors, but because I was upset about the race. I have never worked so hard, ran/biked/swam so far, or been so invested in making my personal best happen that day. So yes, it sucks...it still sucks but hey, what am I to do? The pity party has come to an end and I realized this isn't a set back, it is just another challenge on the 'Road to Augusta.' Good and bad days happen, that is inevitable; it is the triumph or failure that comes from those days that define the athlete you are meant to be. And heck, this is my first 70.3, so no matter what, I will PR.
So instead of thinking about this as a set back, I will focus on triumphing this challenge and kicking butt this upcoming weekend. Just 6 days till the big day!
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