I didn’t get to race LA Marathon. To do all that work and not get to at least toe the line was a pretty big bummer. But I get pretty stinking sick the Tuesday before the Sunday race, and a marathon is best not started at less than 100%. It was a very difficult decision to make, but in the end, I think it was the right one.
Sooooooooooo back to square one! It is a bit depressing, and for a while, I was quite out of sorts. I had viewed LA as an opportunity for redemption and losing that chance stung. I wallowed and didn’t really want to get back to training.
The last week and a half have been great though. I came to Wisconsin to nanny for my sister’s 18 month old son. We have had so much fun!! It has given me a new perspective. There is way more to life than running. There is family and babies and slides and trips to Chicago on the weekend and wine to be consumed and dessert to be eaten. Running is a blessing too, but it is not the best one and truly not even the most important one. Running around after a little boy who loves me, hugs me, and gives the best spontaneous kisses is better than any run I have ever been on. I know everyone thinks their kid is the best, and this one isn’t even mine, but he tops any little tot I have ever known.
Today, he cheered me on from the front yard as I did mile repeats around the park in front of his house. I don’t know what the rest of my running career will look like, but if this little guy will root for me, I think I can do anything!
PS. I had to use my bulldog Pib in the picture because she is a wonderful encourager too!!