I am trying very hard not to feel sorry for myself.  For the most part, I am succeeding.

As long as I do not dwell on the events of this past week, I do okay. The Dr’s office visit this morning, though, had me feeling defeated, I have to admit.

For the most part, I can deal with any bad thing that comes my way by heading on out for a quick run.  The endorphin’s kick in and everything gets a rosy sheen.  Life is good.

Today, I had a check-up appointment with my Doctor regarding that silly concussion.  The news was not what I wanted to hear, but I must admit that I was not too terribly surprised, either.

My hopes of running the Chicago Marathon are dwindling rapidly.

I have one, maybe two more weeks to recover from this thing.  If I have not fully recovered, I will not have enough time to get enough training under my belt to be able to run the race.

I must admit to being a little blue.

I absolutely CANNOT let myself get too worked up about this, though, because the one way I deal with this type of disappointment is to go for that run.  And I cannot do that.

I cannot find solace in food.

I cannot take the dog for a walk.

I cannot do anything except sit here.  And cry.

I’m sorry.  I have been a HUGE Debbie Downer this week.  I think I’ve cried more this week than I have my entire life.

Tomorrow, I promise to be happy.  Really!  I promise!!!

Happy Friday, everyone!