|My littlest sweetheart|
Tomorrow is my first half marathon since having the little guy, and if I must be honest, I pictured it all going down much different than it looks like it is going to tomorrow. To start, said 6 month old is fighting an awful cold. All week he has been up
If that wasn't enough to stress me out about this race, today (surprise, surprise) I was hit with the same cold bug. Now I know why Oliver has been so miserable :(
Of course I have to run the race anyway. I just hope it doesn't end with me at the sidelines worrying about getting my timing chip back to the nice people at sportsats due to a DNF!
They say if you are sick, to drink lots of fluids. They say if you are running a race you should drink lots of fluids. They say if you are breastfeeding a baby you should drink lots of fluids. I figure I should just tap an IV and settle in for the night!?
If I pull off this race tomorrow I will be so happy. If I pull off this race tomorrow without the assistance of drugs I will be my own personal hero (kidding, really).
I am proud of myself though (insert sounds of my own horn tooting here) for racing my sixth race in the six months since having the baby. I know that I am still building my running back into the running I want it to be, but hearing the gun go off tomorrow (perhaps that gun sound will help un-block the fuzzy ringing in my ears from this cold?) will help me to feel that I am on my way.
|Elliott and Milo|