I DNS’d one of my favorite races today. I’m feeling a little bummed now that my friends’ pictures are popping up on Facebook and I’m seeing that I missed out on having fun with them, but I know I made the best decision.
In light of the tragedy that happened on Friday, I was feeling very, very clingy. I didn’t want to leave my 4-year-old son. At. All. I know what happened Friday is, technically, rare (although it doesn’t feel like it with all the media coverage of these sorts of awful things), but I couldn’t help it. I just wanted to be with my son.
Add to that, he was supposed to get a flu shot this morning, and I wanted to be there for him. The thought of him getting a shot and crying, and me not being there to comfort him, was tearing me up. My own fault for scheduling it at the same time as the race.
And on top of that, I got another cold on Tuesday and I was still stuffed up on Friday night. The race…well, all signs were leading to “not go.”
This morning, I got up. I was still stuffy, but I could’ve suffered through a 5k, really. But then my son climbed into my bed and we watched Clifford’s Big Movie and there was no way I was going to the race after that. We snuggled, then came downstairs and had pumpkin muffins, as it snowed lightly outside.
At the flu shot appointment, we learned there was, in fact, no shot–just a little snort of flu vaccine up the nose. Well, I feel silly. Anyway, we’d already promised lunch and Wreck-It Ralph for being brave, so off we went.
It was a wonderful family day. I’ll have to do friend day at a later date.