I think I am insane, what was I thinking signing up for a half marathon, I can barely walk 2 miles never mind run 13.1. That was my first thought the day after I signed up for the marathon. Then my wonderful team mates sent me an edible arrangements and I remembered I am not alone in this journey. I have people who will encourage me and won't let me quit. It doesn't matter how fast I run or even if I walk part of it, all that matters is that I finish.
Yesterday I did not work out when I woke up. I knew that Jordan and I were going to a concert and I needed the sleep because we would be out late. I was extremely nervous about taking her to this concert. Not because it was her first concert or anything, this is her 8th concert, I think. I was nervous because two days before she ended up in a medically induced coma we were at a Shinedown concert. This is the first concert she has attended since that one.
As I stood there watching her interact with her friends, looking beautiful and mature, I realized we have come so far. My fears will never go away, but I am learning to control them and I am so glad that my fear does not hold her back from doing the things she loves to do.
Training for this race is nothing compared to raising a teenage daughter with multiple medical conditions, that just wants to be a normal teenager.
We will both make it through these challenges; having great friends, wonderful team mates and a strong family will make it that much easier.