If you follow me on the ‘gram, you know what happened this weekend. I flew up to Chicago, only to get sick and not be able to run the half marathon — that I’d been training for since January. Three months of training and planning, and moving things around to make sure that I could make it back in time for the Phantom show.
And I end up getting sick.
If you know me at all, you already know how hard I have been on myself for this. You would know that I beat myself up over everything. That I usually don’t need scolding or reprimanded for anything, because the job I do on myself is usually enough.
That being said – I’m ok.
I made it back in time for the Phantom, and although I wasn’t feeling 1000%, I still had a great time. Plus the production is amazing, and you should see it asap.
The new babysitter we got for boogs was amazing, and he loved her.
We got biscuits, and went to Target and played on the playground for a good hour and a half on Sunday – to give daddy some time to himself. We then went home, watched the Masters ( I even felt OK enough to get in an OTF workout – although, I certainly didn’t give it my all) – and called it a night.
So – I’m ok.
One day, maybe, I’ll accept the fact that there are just some things that I can’t change or control. I didn’t get to run my half marathon – but that’s ok.
I’ll talk about the rest of the weekend at some point in time, because it wasn’t all bad. I did get to see the Bean, and enjoy a few beverages with a couple of old friends. Just because something bad happened to me does not make me a bad person – which is always my very first thought. I did survive the plane rides, so at least there is that.
I’m not the happiest person in the world right now, and I’m certainly still disappointed, but I’m ok.
I hope you guys had the greatest of weekends, filled with NOT any of this stuff.