What a Weekend!
This weekend was emotionally eventful to say the least. I woke up Saturday morning tired (I haven’t slept well all week) but determined. I set out around 8 am in my normal running clothes, and I immediately knew I needed more layers. It was freezing! Just last month I was complaining it was too hot to run!
I wasn’t feeling right from the start, but I wanted to keep going still determined to get it done. I got to mile four and was feeling dizzy and light headed, the UCLA game was also setting up and it was a mad house in the area. As I’ve written before, I normally know by mile four if I’m going to be okay to run any further. I didn’t feel okay, so I made the executive decision to call a cab and go home.
I get really depressed when I don’t finish what I set out to do, so I moped around much of Saturday. I had another bad night of sleep that evening and around 3 I heard a loud crash. Someone had broken my passenger side window and stolen my GPS off the windshield. Yeah, I know, I shouldn’t of had my GPS out on the window. My car alarm starting going off, Danny and I ran to the window and all I could think was, “Oh my God, the dry cleaning”.
I had taken my mother’s debutant and wedding dresses to the dry cleaners to have them properly cleaned so I could store them. I was too lazy earlier in the day to take them out and they were still in my car. No worries, the thief was just out for my GPS gadget, but I don’t doubt that if my alarm hadn’t hurried him up he would have taken every last thing in my car including those dresses. So for that, I am grateful.
I stayed up until about 4:30, the police came and filed a report, and I had it in my head that I would start my run early and get it over with before lunch. Then I got scared. Then I got angry. Then I went back to bed.
I’m not the type of woman that is afraid to be alone after dark. I actually enjoy it, but that guy made me frightened to go out in the dark by myself and that really irked me. I woke up later that morning and set off on my run. I was a bit deflated, but I decided I would get it done even if I had to walk it.
So it’s done! I’ve run two 20-mile runs during my training which was my goal. Now I’ll be tapering, doing a lot of cross training while my body heals and gets stronger and in three weeks I will run the New York City Marathon in honor of my mom.
I just want to say thank you to all my supporters, you really helped me through this with your donations (right now, $6,800! Wow!) and your kind words. I have received so many emails from people all over the world encouraging me, letting me know my mom was not alone, and thanking me for bringing anxiety and depression issues to light- and without the support this would have all been so much harder.
