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I signed up for the Disneyland Tinkerbell half marathon. Two of my friends decided to go with me.
Then I got plantar fasciitis. So I stopped running and now I’m trying to train on an elliptical and bike. My two friends keep running.
I want to finish all together and have fun and not be exhausted so we can spend the rest of the day just enjoying life. And eating whatever we want afterwards because we just ran and burned 15 million calories.
And if I don’t burn 15 million calories, I won’t feel like I can eat whatever I want. And, really, what is the point of entering a race if you can’t stuff your face after?
I entered this race two days after my miscarriage when I decided I didn’t want to be around for Mother’s Day. So why not run a race? I’ll get back into shape, lose weight, get endorphins, have something to concentrate on.
But my body said no and I developed foot pain and now I have to work out around it. I will probably be walking 13.1 miles and that’s just stupid. I did that last year and I did not handle it well. (I pouted the whole time I drank my frozen hot chocolate and ate three cupcakes.)
I don’t want to walk this race.
I want to jog this race very, very slowly.
Like the true athlete I am.