2027

I've been hemming and hawing about what to do for the upcoming race. You know, the big race. I've talked the talked. I've practiced some. I got some new shoes even.

But then I was having more leg pain and I went back to the doctor. I was pretty sure it was shin splints at that point (never mind the other pain/swelling thing) but thought I should check. I'll keep the story brief, but the one doc didn't think it was shin splints, saw something else in my chart, sent me to another doc to have some test done (all clear), sent me back to my regular doc for a follow up where I was told told it was probably shin splints. Nice.

So in that time, I didn't do any running. I guess it must have been two weeks. All of a sudden the 10k is this Saturday. Feeling tired and lazy from all the painting and house projects and lack of training, I thought I would pass until the next race.

But then I envisioned just how the race might turn out. I was crossing the finish line, hundreds of people cheering me on, "Go Laura! Go Laura!" The crowd thundering as I pound through the last stretch, only barely winded, but giving it my last - and best - push to the finish. Everyone roars as I break the yellow tape. I'm raised above the crowd's shoulders and carried through to the podium, where I accept my grand prize of $1,000,000. My family rushes to me, crying in amazement, saying that I am the best mother/wife/woman in the world! The crowd agrees and goes mad with excitement. The Lexington mayor declares the day "Laura Orsetti Day." There is finally peace on earth.

OK. OK. I guess I'm getting carried away. But I did decide that running the race would be more fun and more worthwhile than not. And I think that maybe the two weeks I took off may actually be a good thing. My legs/shins are rested up, I'm not too drained from recent training, and I am ready to go!!!!

Bring. It. On.