I headed into it knowing that we'd be busy, but I never expected things to play out like they have.
We've been thrown curve balls that have changed our plans, disrupted our flow and emptied our wallets.
First, my car was sideswiped in a hit and run.
Three days later a tornado came through and a rogue branch caused $2400 of damage to our other car. J and I spent the entire next month sharing one vehicle. Needless to say, the girls and I didn't leave the house very much and it tested my patience.
A few days after the tornado, during a monster heat wave, our AC stopped working and the technician failed to show. It was epic.
Then, while on vacation last week, Dilly attempted to be a daredevil and broke her elbow.
|6 hours and 25 x-rays later ...|
I am overwhelmed. Mentally and physically.
So, I quit.
I quit trying to do it all.
I quit pretending that I was excited to race a 70.3 on what felt like less than stellar training.
I quit blogging.
I quit pretty much everything that I didn't ABSOLUTELY have to do.
And I feel really good about.
I officially dropped out of the Half Ironman and switched to the Sprint.
I focused on my family and we had a blast traveling during the last month (broken arm aside).
I reassessed my goals and my timeline for them, realizing my support system is just as an important factor in planning as my own desires are.
I think I am getting my mojo back. And I am confident that running the Mother of All Relays with 35 other amazing women this weekend is going to re-inspire me.
And if not, well then I'll just put on my big girl pants and fight my way back ...