The Race Day that Wasn't

I didn't get to run in the race.  

I got stuck in a traffic jam on the way to the race, and because I don't know that part of the city well, I didn't know what I could do to get out of the traffic jam. 

The race had long started by the time I got to the starting line.  I cut through and went to the finish line to find the aforementioned coach Juda.  I hugged her, and the rest of the folks from the group that I could find, and then I went home.  

All day today, I've been upset with myself.  I worked so hard, and missed the race because of a traffic jam.  I let myself down, and I feel like I let my friends down too.  All of you have been cheering me on, and I didn't run.  (I've had cheerleaders from many states and Germany and Korea!)  I realize that I'm not a failure, but I feel like I failed on this one.  I was reading some of the comments from you guys saying, "you will do this," yada yada yada, and, I didn't.

However, if I don't keep running, if I let this derail me, that's letting me down, that's letting you down, that's letting my coach down.  

So, I'm trying not to derail myself.  I need someone to shame me into going for a run on Monday morning.  There is a race on 3/27, that I may run.  Dana and I are probably running the Race for the Cure on 5/9.

So, I give you permission to give me a hard time tomorrow, and to get me running again.