I hate not finishing something I started. I hate it even more when I can't finish it because my body betrayed me. I hate it the most when I was just recovering and getting ready for the last push when my body decides I'm not gonna do it. I stopped hating the idea that I had to quit what had been the focal point of my life since January when we first committed to the program and that I'll miss my friends doing it.
I got this on an email from a friend and training captain with the team in Georgia. I'm copying it because it's the motivation I'm looking for and something to remember moving forward.
You know when you need a break.
You know when you need a rest.
You know what to get worked up about and what to get rid of.
And you know when it's time to take care of yourself, for yourself.
To do something that makes you strong, faster, more complete.
Because you know it's never to late to have a life.
And it's never too late to change one.
Just do it!
Part of the healing process is to accept that, even if I'm not there, I'll share on my friends' success and happiness. and sure as hell, I'll nail Vineman next year...