This is me admitting defeat.
This is my body overruling my mind.
This is me giving in.

After months holding as firm as I can against my depression, it is the sickness that laid waste to my life last summer that comes back to destroy my ambitions.

I'm not going to pretend I was ready. Hours of running time taken away by the headaches, muscle knots, foot troubles. My body isn't made for running, with it's tight hips and tense shoulders. And now with its grumbling tummy.
I can barely walk at times the pain is so bad. Stopping to throw up, stopping to double over in pain, puts even walking out of the question.

This is me flying the white flag and surrendering.

This is me wasting no more tears over the missed opportunity and feeling like a failure, because as that race door closes, a door to learning opens. Learning to let go of the frustration. Learning to find a silver lining.

Knowing that there's an answer out there somewhere, Just got to find it.