I had been sick all week, but I thought all I had was a cold. Friday morning I woke up SICK and miserable. Julie and I had already been planning on going to the expo that night and then out to eat.
The expo was great! After that we headed to Porcini's, and got the best pizza I've ever had in my life. It had sliced potato's on it, which I'd never even heard of. It was amazing!
I was still determined to run the next morning though, no matter how I was feeling. The weather didn't look good at all though. There was a 90% chance of rain and it was going to be cold.
Saturday morning my alarm goes off at 5:30. I had not slept good and felt even worse than I did Friday. I think I had a small fever too. After a lot of back and forth with Julie (I couldn't decide what to do!), I decided to just stay home. Oh, that was such a crushing feeling! I had so been looking forward to this race. Looking forward to the beautiful medal, looking forward to running with my friends, and then meeting some new friends.
If I knew the weather was going to be warm and sunny, I probably would've done it anyway. But since I'm leaving for vacay on Monday, I knew I needed to be getting better, not worse.
|Not how I wanted to spend my Saturday!|
As my wise friend Julie says, "as much as we want to, we can't do it all..." Life goes on!
|There is nothing better than chicken noodle soup|
when you're sick.
Have you had to back out of a race before?