All April, I trained in anticipation of this run.
And then I hurt my knee. (Insert a plethora of swear words here please).
The diagnosis was a sprained LCL. To rest it, ice it, and Motrin it.
Which I did, but not consistently.
And I kept trying to run on it. Not the best idea I've ever had, I realize, but I'm stubborn.
It did me no good. Making my recovery time much longer, in all likelihood.
So there was no way I could participate in yesterday's half marathon. That I had signed up for and paid $70 for. (Oh, did I already mention that? $70!)
But my Sis did.
You guys, it killed me to not be running that race
But it was kinda cool to be a spectator. To have my belief reinforced that ANYONE CAN BE A RUNNER.
Just go to the finish line of a half or full marathon and see for yourself.
Old or young. Fat or skinny. Even barefoot.
It's truly amazing.
And so is my Sis (in the green):
She did awesome.
And next time?
I plan on being right there ALONGSIDE her.