One Less

There will be one less half marathoner at the starting line tomorrow morning in Austin.

I pulled out of the race at hubby’s insistence. I’ve only JUST started to recover from my back injury and he’s concerned that I’ll re injure it tomorrow.

He’s right, of course, but that doesn’t take away my feeling like a quitter. I know, I know … there’s no reason to feel this way. I’ve got one half marathon under my belt already. But still.

Queen Mum went up to Austin with me yesterday to pick up my race packet. My chin was quivering and I almost broke down in tears after I returned my timing chip. I tried very hard not to cry in front of my mom. And I succeeded. The tears flowed freely when I was home later in the evening and I could wallow in my feelings of failure with no one but hubby and the poochies around.

“I still think I can finish the race … “

Famous last words for so many runners and walkers that begin an endurance event injured. I’m playing it safe. I don’t want to make my back worse. I know I did the right thing and there are other races to finish. In fact, I have a 5k at the end of next month that I’ve already registered for.

Pulling out of tomorrow’s race was one of the hardest things I’ve had to do.

Despite all my negative feelings right now, there is one thing that keeps me going:

I walk for the pure joy of walking.

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