The epitome of stubborn

It's finally here--the San Antonio Rock & Roll Half Marathon, the race I've been wanting to do all year and finally committed to a month ago, is tomorrow morning.

And instead of prepping for it with a mixture of running and hydration and careful nutrition, I've spent the past week feeling like I was on my deathbed. Apparently skipping the flu shot was a bad idea after all.

While I was laying around in a zombified state on my fourth or so day of fever and chills, I had only two thoughts on my mind: one, I needed to be at work and not in bed, and two, I was going to be SO SO SAD if after the long time it took me to finally sign up for this race, I wasn't going to be able to run it after all. But if I couldn't stand, or keep down anything more than a few sips of Gatorade, there was really no way around it. I'd have to skip it this year.

But last night, I felt human again. This morning I've managed to drink a full cup of coffee, and it even tasted good. So guess what's back on?! Race Day, of course!

I understand there are a few concerns about my ability to run 13 miles when I'm still recovering from the flu. Rest assured, I have already thought of justifications for these concerns. Justification #1 being I'm stubborn and nobody's going to tell me I can't do something.

Concern: I haven't yet eaten one single meal consisting of solid food since Monday.
Justification: I have kept myself well hydrated, since water and Gatorade have been all I've been able to tolerate.

Concern: I've dropped over 5 lbs this week, thanks to my Flu Crash Diet.
Justification: Less weight to run with!

Concern: Since I'm still recovering, chances are I really don't have it in me to run 13 miles.
Justification: I'll walk if I start feeling bad.Which I very likely would have been doing by the end, anyway, so I'll just do a little more of it.

I have a spot on my Ode to Me bulletin board of race bibs that is just waiting to be filled by my Rock & Roll one, and I WANT THAT FINISHER'S MEDAL. And darn it, nothing's going to stop me. At least, nothing now that I don't feel like death. Death doesn't run races. But Somewhat Recovered does.