Setbacks stink.

It's a fact.

I'm not sure if it's the injury (which...do I call it that?--that sounds so dramatic), the changing weather, or just the point I'm at in my training, but I feel myself losing steam. And that's extremely frustrating. However, while this setback absolutely stinks, it hasn't changed my commitment to my training or to this marathon. I grimace more, but that probably makes me look tougher, right?

In an effort to stay positive, one side effect of this setback is excess energy. Fewer miles on the body = me bouncing off the walls. So on the plus side, I'm killing my cross training days. I even got a compliment for kicking the crap out of my last workout. I woke up sore this morning and could only smile. I need the mileage, but until it's time to get back to that, I'm going to live it up with the sled pulls, g/h ab work, bs pushups and other various forms of bodily torture. Other ways to fill the time include cleaning and trying to organize my new living space. I have more clothes in the closet or folded in my drawers vs. laying in a pile on the floor or draped over my bed frame. Not sure how long it will last, but I'll enjoy it for its momentary existence. I wish I could add that I've turned into a lean, mean eating machine, but that remains to be seen. So...my current challenge is to think happy thoughts. Focus is definitely mind over matter and trying to stay positive. 

Days til race =66