So my sister in law asks on here the other day, "Are you done counting your blessings?" I had to laugh. No - I'm just lazy. Or maybe I have too many blessing to count. Or maybe Shelby is slowly trying to kill me by making me run a 1/2 marathon in April and by night I have nothing left. (ok, maybe that would be true if I had to type with my calves, but since I don't we'll just go back to lazy.) But my body is rebelling. My calves are crying, "Are you trying to kill us???" Honestly. I think it's torture. Needed torture - but none the less TORTURE. We have these Nike + things that go in our shoes and then we race each other in different states etc. I don't want to get behind so I go. But my legs won't stop hurting. You'd think after 3 weeks it would settle down a little - but it's worse today than it has ever been. Maybe because I am going from atrophy to running. I really haven't exercised in my life so my muscles (or lack thereof) may be freaking out. Blah blah. Boo hoo me.
But I'm not going to quit. We are running the Lymphoma marathon in Nashville and we are doing it to prove that Shel kicked cancer's butt and maybe to help someone else kick it too. Every time I start to get discouraged with this training, I think of Shelby fighting her way through chemo, radiation and the whole disease and I think ,"I really can just run a few miles." I'm grateful Shelby challenged me to do this. This is really hard for me. As you can tell by my little guy on the side of my blog - I'm no speed demon. But look at me - I've almost ran a whole marathon worth of miles in just three weeks. I never thought I could even do that. So thanks Shelby for being so inspirational. For making me do hard things. And for living through something so scary so that when I feel like quiting I can just chant to my self, "Did Shelby quit?? Never!" If she ran a half marathon not a year out of full on cancer, I can get off my butt and run with her in April. Wish me luck. And then come over here and rub my legs.