This was me Saturday morning after my long run. I made it 2 hours and 15 minutes, 13.2 miles. It wasn't spectacular but it was the farthest I have run since my crash 4 weeks ago and only 15 minutes shorter than was on my training plan.
I started making plans for the rest of my training.
Plans for how I was going to get back on track and wisely use the rest of my training weeks before Ironman.
There was hope again that I was gonna make it.
Saturday afternoon I wrote it in the sand. That means its legit.
Even with my hip sore from my long run hours before I was optimistic, I knew I was going to make it.
Instead I made it here.
That is not the destination I had planned when I set out for my 6 hour ride on Sunday.
I crashed my bike.
I don't even know what to say.
I'm hurt, sad, embarrassed, scared, angry and, and...... It is so hard to articulate what I'm feeling and all the emotions running through my head.
I don't know what the future holds as far as Ironman is concerned or as far as me riding my bike.
I get nauseous just looking at it.
I just need time right now. \
Time to heal and think and pray.