This is a post I never wanted to write. The tough part about an injury like mine is that you don't know what the future holds. And though it seemed as if I was healthy again, apparently that was not the case. I've suffered another fracture and I'm ruled out of running for the foreseeable future. Which means, of course, that I will miss the marathon again.
On the surface it may not be evident why missing this is that big of a deal. And yeah, it's great that it was caught early this time. I wish I could summon some positivity. But I can't. I am embarrassed. I am discouraged. I can't believe I have to fail again. I can't believe I have to watch other people carry my family across the finish line. I can't believe I have once again lost the chance to share a special accomplishment with my mom. I can't believe this is happening again. I can't believe I'm in pain. Again.
So, hopefully someday soon, I will have some better words. Right now, I don't. I'm just heartbroken.