Running for Molly

This Friday is one of tumultuous emotions, in fact if someone could find the elephant that seems to have taken up residence in my stomach and return him to the wild I would be most appreciative.

I am a talker so I’m just going to use this space today to air a few of these emotions and hopefully this pesky pachyderm will leave me alone.

Firstly, my nerves are a little on edge because of the half marathon on Sunday. My poor loved ones are probably sick of hearing about how nervous I am, and I am possibly making it worse for myself by focusing on the nerves but that is just how I am reacting to the anticipation of that starting line. Once I start out I know that I will be okay, it’s just a matter of putting one foot in front of the other, and repeat, for 21 kilometers. So on Sunday at 9am when it’s all over, expect a blog post on how silly I am feeling for being nervous.

Then this afternoon after having sushi for lunch with my half marathon buddy, the gorgeous Lauren, I received a call that Molly has had to go back into surgery. After being hit by a car on my Mum’s birthday and breaking her leg we thought she was on the mend and dealing quite well with the plate the vet had attached to her broken femur. However, somehow last night she twisted and the plate has come undone inside her leg and her leg is re-broken. So this afternoon they are removing her leg. Molly will officially now be an amputee athlete. I know that it is all for the best and in about a week and a half the vet has told us that she will be running around like she is training for the Iditarod and outrunning me again.

It’s just a little sudden, that’s all and I hate seeing her suffer. It's hard because you can't explain to her why these things are happening and that everything will be okay.

Seeing this all in writing now has really put everything into perspective. A few little nerves are nothing compared to what Molly is going through.  

Molly I’m going to do those 21 kilometers for you on Sunday.

Then I’m going to come home and we can recovery eat together.

Yoghurt and granola for me, honey on toast for you.

Yes, you can have extra honey.

Speaking of honey, today is my beloved’s birthday.

Happy Birthday Darling!

I wish I could be there to celebrate, but it won’t be long now until I am over the other side of the Pacific Ocean watching the sunset with you.

I apologise for the lack of Fallen in Love With…Friday and for using the blog as a therapy couch today, but this has really helped put everything in perspective.