This was the weekend I was training for.
This was the race I wanted to run.
The 20th anniversary of the Walt Disney World marathon...and the Goofy Challenge of 39.3 miles.
And then, such a stupid injury. And it just won't heal.
And I was fine with it. Because it is what it is.
It had to be cancelled and there was nothing I could do about it.
I can't run.
Crap, I can barely walk on it.
And I was fine with it.
Sad about not going, and sad about cancelling, but it is best.
And then now, everyone is popping up pictures.
Having a blast.
And yes, I am glad for them, because I know just how much fun they are having and because they have trained for this day, and it's huge!
And truly, I am happy.
But, man, I am as heartbroken as a girl can be.
I think I need a Social Media break for the weekend.
Not sure my heart can take it.
And the worst part is.....there is absolutely no light at the end of this running tunnel.
I don't see a run in my near future. And that is like a punch in the stomach.
Ahhh, ok, pity party over.
Well, not over. I think I'll just stop typing.