I had to make a decision this morning. I am emotionally spent. I was going to run 14 miles today. I had to decide if I had the strength to do it and the ability to actively recover from it after wards. I realized that I have been gone so much from my children that the time for the run would be too much as well. I also found myself bursting into tears all morning. This week just gets to be a survival recovery week. I was supposed to run with Kim and Trisha and had to bail. I am so glad that Trisha came to run so I didn't have to worry about leaving Kim high and dry. The little run I did do felt good and I did it really slow, 13:14. Everything with my dad is going just like the doctors like to see and see all the time, but for us, it is new and scary and very stressful. It is horrible seeing my dad hooked to more tubes and wires than my car. Anyway, I hope you all had great runs today and have a wonderful restful weekend. I have a few more loads of laundry and then I want to head out to the hospital. |