I am back. Wow. The days have been full and I have not had much time to sit down and blog. As usual I have so much to catch up on.
But instead of trying to cram everything in one post I thought I would just share where I am today. Then hopefully I can then share all the other good "running" stuff that has just been on hold.
My hubby is in the hospital this week getting treatment. Round 3.
I failed a quiz today for school. (for real)
Lovely L had her first PACV Volleyball Practice.
Sweet J wore her ear muffs all day today for National Ear Muff Day.
I worked today for the first time in a long time due to life being crazy.
My house is still in bomb status.
My Eugene "training" plan is lost somewhere in my bomb of a house. (true story)
My to do and should do list is off the charts.
But what can you do? I have learned I can't be everywhere with everyone when I want to. This has been hard. My fat F on a quiz today reminded me that NO, I can not do it all...well. I can only push forward.
The past few weeks I have been working hard physically and mentally to get my long runs in. Praying that my foot will hold out and get me to Eugene.
As many of you know I have been struggling with planter fasciitis for over 2 years. No, that is not a typo...over 2 years. I have tried all sorts of things. I have been desperate and recently connected with a friend and tried doterra oils. I was skeptic and still am to some degree but can't deny that my foot is significantly better. I have been using lemon grass, wintergreen, and peppermint. The only thing I don't like is that it is quite the process. I have to rub each oil seperately and then wrap foot in hot towel several times. I then put my new handy dandy Feetures toeless sock on and I am golden. There is a lot of massage going on and I am sure that is helping in addition to my rolling and icing.
My 15 mile run was ugly and I ended doubting myself.
My 16 mile run was solid. I channelled my Boston Believer Michelle and felt like I could even go further.
My 17 mile run was hilly and physically challenging.
This weekend I have a very special gift coming. I am pretty sure it will have a huge impact on my 18 miles this weekend.
On a side note I am thrilled and shocked at my ability to run these long runs. These are the runs and numbers that make me freak out. I am full of gratitude and thanks. These long runs are not easy for me NOR did I ever think that I would ever be capable of running long miles like this.
I will have MOMENTS running where I think..this can't be my life. I don't want my husband to have cancer. I don't want to feel overwhelmed. I didn't ask for this. I want to cry. I want to quit. I grow tired of being strong. BUT then I will feel my legs burning and pushing through my next step. I will hear myself breathing. I will close my eyes. And that is when my thoughts change to I am strong. God is with me. I will not quit. I will fight. God is faithful.
So bring it. We are over half way through with chemo. Graduation is on the horizon...and Eugene is calling my name.