All in, all done

There comes a time in every woman's life when you just gotta throw yer hands up in the air and say, "that's it, you win." And, considering that it's now T minus 4 til the big race, that time would be, well, right about now.

On a stubbornness scale of 1 to 10, I'd likely fall at about 20.

Did I stop running when things weren't feeling so hot? No, I popped a few pills (so not my style!) and kept on.... twenty odd K on.

Did I stick with the crutches for the prescribed 2 weeks? No, I threw 'em out the window after one (ok, so I still don't regret that decision).

Did I seriously consider having to withdraw from Madrid? No. I might'a gone a heck of a lot slower, but I figured I'd finish.

Did I ever imagine a VOLCANO might erupt and paralyze air traffic all across Europe? Not in a million years. Insert raised arms here.

THIS is about the time when you just gotta say, ok, I got it, it's comin' through loud and clear. Madrid Marathon 2010, you were just not meant to be.

Am I bummed? Yeah. But after nearly a month of playing sloth in "repos complet" mode, I can't say I'm entirely disappointed--I wouldn't have run well.

So instead, my friends, bring on the calamares, the embutidos, the croquetas, the beer and let the good times roll... maybe it'll drown out the pain of all this physio (therapy).