This is the final post in a series about my decision not to race 70.3 this year.
On Sunday morning, I sent an e-mail and posted here about my decision not to race Steelhead. I was feeling sad and a little apprehensive. How would people react? Would they understand?
One of my very best gal pals called me on Sunday afternoon. “Lauren, I just got your e-mail,” she said. “I feel like we need to mourn.” So we did. I told her everything from the very beginning, and she let me be sad and angry and relieved and every emotion in between. I’m still mourning, but her call, and her understanding of exactly what I needed without me having to say it, made me feel just a little bit better.
I got kind, supportive e-mails, text messages, and notes. I’m overwhelmed. I felt like a quitter and I was met with nothing but love.
I am not a quitter. This is the end of one journey, but it’s not the end. It doesn’t mean that ulcerative colitis has won, and I am resolved to come back stronger than ever. I know I will, because I am blessed with love, support, and understanding. It seems I have surrounded myself with people who see the bigger picture and know that there are more important things than just one race.
Who helps you when you’re feeling down?