This whole experience has proved to be a truly challenging event in my life. These past few weeks have been no expectation. I knew once school started getting my miles in plus getting to physical therapy would be difficult. Since I blogged last I was to complete 46 miles of which I completed 33. I was to run 13 miles Sunday before last but I just couldn't do it. I was at the point that I was just recovering from the last long run to go into another long run. My knees, ankles, hip and mind just haven't been in the race. I've even had thoughts of just completing half the marathon and calling it a day. But I know at the end I would never forgive myself for quiting early. We ended up downtown the day I skipped my run and oddly enough we ended up on part of the course. (We never go downtown.) I was looking at the course and thinking it doesn't look so scary. I could see the bridge and Belle Isle, there were a ton of people there. I know the excitement of the day will carry me though to the end. In the meantime I have to kick myself out the door at the crack of something because it's not dawn yet to get my miles in. I've even mapped out a couple routes to get the miles in and end at the therapist office. How crazy is that? I apologize for being in such a neg rut lately. You know it doesn't help when it's the change of the seasons and you have to bring out your old wardrobe and after all this running and cardio workout that none of your clothes fit! HOW DOES THAT HAPPEN? Not one pound have I lost or gain throughout this whole thing and my clothes still don't fit. It's so not fair.