I wrote a blog post a week or so ago about how cancer isn’t going to tell me I can’t. I waved my flag valiantly from my soapbox as I declared that ain’t no 10 month illness gonna hold me down. I wrote about the fact that I was training for a 10k this weekend because I CAN.
Welp. Pause the show, friends. Or back it up 7 seconds. Because well, I’m afraid I have to eat my words.
I will not eat them saying, I can’t. I will eat them with a bit of humble pie saying, “not right now.”
That’s right. No 10k this weekend. A two mile instead. Because after my bout with the stomach flu, I just don’t trust my energy level to get me safely through 6.2 miles.
And that was part of the reason I felt so mad at those little GI germs. Because seriously, didn’t they hear me say I wouldn’t say, “I can’t!” I would instead say, “I can. And I will.”
Damn. But still I won’t say I can’t. Because I can. Just not right now. That’s what I will say. Not right now.
Why do I even write these words? Why are they relevant? Because everything doesn’t always goes as planned or your intentions can’t always be a reality. I want to always be honest about that. Transparent. Real. And so, I have decided I will just say to that goal, not right now.
In a few months, I will be ready. I will give it another go. But not right now. And that’s, okay. That’s gonna happen. And life. Goes. On. If you’re lucky.
