Bitter sweet

Obviously, this weekend is super because of the superbowl, but actually this blog is about more than that. Last year, I basically missed the superbowl (bitter) because of illness (bitter). Guess what? I got sick again but not as severe. Unfortunately, it was enough, combined with the marathon of last sun, to curtail my training. What was sweet last year was, #1. My debut as a member of Runner's Depot, #2 my overall victory in the race, despite feeling sick and #3 Sammy especially & her mom's assist to my eventual recovery. The positives made it a super weekend.

Saturday agenda-race

Well, that was my original plan but that was stalled because I was still under the weather. I had to forfeit my chance to race in Delray (run for miracles 5k) or travel for a 6k, with possibility for a rare afternoon race (a double header). However, illness is not an acceptable excuse for me to escape all training. Instead, decreased intensity & distance was in order; 2 miles easy. What a bitter way to close out the month.

Sunday agenda-race

The 'rest' was necessary to set up for a sweet start of this month, February. Although the shortest month, it begins black history month. On a personal note, today marks my 1 year anniversary joining the Runner's Depot racing team. I cure, I cure, I run 5k was my inaugural race as a member of the team, so this was a must do for me. I forwent a duathlon/triathlon in which I probably could have won (George was 2nd overall!) and skipped on on a race for the cure up in Palm beach because this was important to me. Ya'll know I'm a conditional runner. The external conditions were sweet, great-cool to cold but the internal conditions were not, in fact bitter. I had been sick since Niketown and was compelled to light duty as far as training was concerned. On top of that, I had not fully recovered. Last year, by the grace of God, I won the entire race despite sickness. This year, the event was advertised, drawing more people. I saw a segment on channel 6 the day before, that coupled with the fact that Jon said he was going, I knew last year's sweet victory was not possible this time. When the dust cleared, I was still blessed enough to win my age group (sweet) but cursed in the sense that I could of, should of, would of won the master title had it not been for this adversity. The fact that I didn't left me 'bitter'.