The Silver Lining
Maybe there will be cute, athletic boys in physical therapy that I can nurse back to health?
My eyes are too puffy for contacts right now but I look super cute in glasses.
I was really worried about GI issues in NOLA and not getting to eat all the delicious food. Now I can eat beignets any damn time I want and not stress about smitting all over the course.
I really am the world’s best marathon cheerleader. Ask Moxy or Christine or Kristy or Casey or Rach or Kate or Brenna or Tribander or some random bloggers. I dominate cheering. And now I can cheer on tons of friends!
I don’t have to worry about sleeping in New Orleans. I can stay up ALL NIGHT LONG and harass people while they’re trying to rest.
Chicago is looking like my first full. Hometown advantage?
Not running for a while will give me a sweet opportunity to drop a few pounds? Will I seize this opportunity? Who knows. Eating like a marathoner is fun.
I’ve never felt so fiercely loved. I woke up with one roommate in my bed and a note from the other in my bathroom. These girls make everything okay.
I’m going to use physical therapy as an excuse to wear leggings and a t shirt to work every other day. Try and stop me.
Because I was too chicken shit to tell my coworkers about marathon training, I don’t have to explain to any of them that I’m not running New Orleans any more.
I found a doctor that I like and have an appointment for a complete physical. It’s time to stop avoiding them. I’ve been proactive about my health for a while and I’m proud of it. Shame about my former life as an obese person shouldn’t keep me from living the healthiest life possible.
