I wasn't ready for the half in Little Rock, but on Friday, Feb. 28th, I went to Expo and picked up my packet anyway, thinking I'd wing it. I had myself all psyched up for it until Saturday. I quit smoking for a whole 26 hours in preparation for the race. Yes, I know I should have quit sooner, but until Friday, I had no serious intention of going since I hadn't been running for so long.
Sunday morning, the morning of the half, enter crappy weather, an argument, and a total internal shot at my self esteem and disappointment.
I feel guilty about not going, feel letdown, feel miserable.
On the bright side, the weather was raining, cold, and sleet in Little Rock.
I left my nursing home job last Wednesday, the day before vacation. It was mutual. Too much bullshit and rumors. I've been wanting out of there for at least the last 4-5 months. I got a part time job at a home health agency in February, and I'm being offered more hours now.
In retrospect, I shouldn't have gone to Arkansas at that time. After the job, the lack of training, weather, everything.