The past two years have been the worst of my life. So much has happened, from marital problems that are still ongoing to losing one of my best friends to cancer. I have put on a lot of weight during this time and quit what I love--running.
So many times I have wanted to start running again to get back in shape, but mentally I wasn't there.
Finally, I decided this past May that I was ready to move forward with my life. I decided to run the Mother Road half marathon. I picked this one for a few reasons...#1, it's not until October so I have time to get ready for it. #2, it's a flat course. #3, it starts in KS and ends in MO and cheesy as it is, I thought it'd be super cool to run across a state line.
This race is like redemption for me. All the **** I've been through and beating myself up. Not believing I was worth anything. Only existing for the sake of my children. This was going to be my victory. So much more than a race. (I've never been in anything other than a few 5K races, btw. So big jump for me.)
My brother-in-law is having an arranged marriage and the woman's family has picked October 9th--the day before my half marathon in Joplin--as the wedding date. In Chicago. There's no way I can do the race.