I was really hoping this would be an "I'm so excited I can't stop smiling" type of post, but alas, life has a way of smacking you upside the head the minute things seem perfect.
It's never good when "routine tests" come back abnormal from the Dr. I need to remind myself that it's USUALLY not bad, either. But, it's kind of hard to not be freaked out initially.
I am going to attempt to use this worry to power through the marathon. I am going to use this worry to enjoy every painful minute. Those 26.2 miles just might define me even more than I initially thought they would.
I need to remember that there is a much, much, much better chance that everything is fine.
I am a Tough Chik. I am strong. I am brave. I have faced things down in the past, and if by some crappy chance thins get difficult, I am strong enough to face it.
I am going to do my best to remember that this is probably nothing. But I might need a little reminding.