I went out for my test run this morning. I got a mile in and was in the exact same amount of pain again. I walked home and realized, this might be the end. And that's ok. I know it's disappointing for everyone and for me, but what can I do? I think my body's telling me it got as far as it can for now. This was never about running a marathon for me. That was just an incentive, because I love to run almost as much as I love a challenge. This has been a really hard journey, and this might be the end of it.
I'm going to see my doctor on Tuesday, and I suspect he'll confirm this. And again, that's ok. Disney World will always be there. Hopefully, cancer will not be, and whether or not I cross that finish line won't change that either way. But the money we raised will.
I watched the end of one of my favorite movies, "It's a Wonderful Life," before my run this morning. I cried, as usual. My favorite line expresses exactly how I'm feeling right now:
"No man is a failure who has friends." Thank you all for being my friends. I love you all so much. I hope I made you proud. Merry Christmas.
2 comments:
You made me proud, Therese. Someday, when they announce that the last blood cancer is now curable, you can smile and say "I did my part to make that happen." That beats any marathon. Keep your chin up, listen to your doctor, listen to your body. Art
You will never be a failure because you will always be surrounded by friends, and we are all very proud of you! I hope you're proud of yourself too, because you deserve to be.
--Alison
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