So last night I was admittedly starting to feel a bit down about my race yesterday. I had such a good winter/spring season, and besides some tight glutes/hammies, I was feeling really strong. My legs actually felt really good, I was down several pounds and had gotten good sleep the nights leading up to the race (even though the night before was a late one, I slept in). I had watched my diet all week and even passed up on beer at the beer tent on Saturday night (which, incidentally, is very funny to be one of the few entirely sober people in a huge beer tent listening to a band).

Anyway, aside from getting 2 nasty yellow jacket stings on Saturday, I was ready to go. I did an easy 3 mile warmup and my HR was very low (for the first mile, then I got a little HR creep as it was 81 degrees). But things just didn't come together once I was racing. Maybe I went out too fast. Maybe it was just a bad day. But I was starting to bemoan it all. Poor me. I trained for 7 weeks and really sacrified my marathon training for a very crappy race.

Then all of a sudden, my husband, after checking into e-mail, gasped. We just received notice that one of my colleagues lost his 21 year old son this weekend in a car accident.

Um, reality check? Check.
I have honestly just felt sick since. That is news no parent - or sibling - should ever have to receive. And I am so sad for my colleague. I know I would never be the same again. I'm sure he won't be either.

So for now, I just feel thankful. And rather than second guessing a bad day, I am happy that I had the 6 awesome Tuesday night track workouts with with my boys and got to do this super fun event with them (among all the other great things, of course).

As for today, well the stars have simply been a bit misaligned from the get go. Just above my right ankle is a 4 inch diameter of crazy red, swollen, itchy and painful yuckiness. Thank you Mr. Yellow Jacket. Also my R eyelid is all swollen and crazy. WTF?

Then on my way home from work I blew out a tire. Thank you, messy roads and construction. Believe it or not, I haven't had a flat since I was 16 years old. Needless to say, I just got a crash refresher in changing a tire.

Good thing I cancelled my bike ride with my neighbor tonight or there is little doubt I would have crashed. ;)

Now I am on to planning for the remainder of my marathon training. Plan is to rebuild mileage (which was hovering in the 40s for the last several weeks). I will gradually build up and hopefully get up to 60 or so mpw. A far cry from the initial 70 I planned, but, well, plans changed.