10.5 miles and then I made the difficult decision to slow down and let the bus catch me. Surpassed my goal by 4 miles. I feel frustrated and a little sad; I had a quiet brief cry on the track. A year ago tomorrow I finished this race, took a shower, and went to work for the rest of the day—easy peasy. I didn’t even get sore. So today was hard.

But twelve weeks ago at this time I had just had a double mastectomy. I was on a Fentanyl IV unable to lift my arms, and I had drain lines hanging from my chest. I am going to take today as a win…a big fucking win. Onward.