So it’s day five after my meet and greet with the concrete.
This is also an extreme close up of my pores. Scari.
I’ve got the typical black eye thing going on. It’s pretty sexy, right?
I’ll probably go in to get my stitches out either Saturday or Sunday. I think the cut has pretty much healed. There will definitely be a scar, but it will be minimal.
That’s actually not what’s bugging me though. Makeup can cover scars. Makeup cannot make my ribs and chest race ready.
Yeah — UGGGGH — my freaking ribs. They hurt. Especially in the morning. It hurts most to sleep (go figure – like I need something else to keep me from sleeping!). BUT I’m crazy because I’m hopeful. Walking, I can do — which makes me think… I can run!
For some reason, I’m staying optimistic about Sunday. I’m actually NOT much of an optimist, I’m more of a realist, but in this situation I’m just going to go with my gut and hope for the best. My gut is currently saying “You’ve got this.” Right now my plan is to pick up my bib, get in line, and start the race. If it hurts too much, I’ll stop and get my first DNF. Until then I’m living by these quotes… and I do love me some inspirational quotes (yes, I’m a complete cheeseball):
Are you an optimist or something else? What’s your favorite inspirational quote? INSPIRE ME!
I’m not crazy, right? RIGHT?