When I got back from my half marathon, 7 of 9 of my group (including me) were all sick. We have the same symptoms of runny nose, hacking cough, general malaise and a "just get through the day" attitude. Our boss is just so proud of our little group...that is, as he calls us on the phone as to not pick up what we all have.
As the week went on, we all got sicker together. 2 people did go to the doctor to find out we all have a cold, so we all are just riding it out on Claritin. To give you an idea of how bad it is, I missed a Kentucky Derby Party and Cinco de Mayo. (And thank you, Georgia for no OTB, since for the 3rd time I have picked 1 and 2 in almost 9 years of marriage).
Somehow this cold makes me feel even better about my half-marathon. I have accepted my training was not where it should have been. I also accepted it just wasn't my day. Shit happens.
26.2 is back in my thoughts. Weight loss is in my thoughts (more of it).
My brother lost 65 pounds this year. He did it through this miracle diet. You know. The one you don't hear on TV or on the popups on the internet. He watched his calorie intake, cooked better, and started walking (he is up to 7 miles a day). He is a big inspiration to me when I feel like I could find an easier way to do everything. There is no substitute for hard work.
I need to remember that for training. That and what Tammy and Delane have told me in the past. You can fake 13.1 miles. You can't fake 26.2.