Today I decided I would try the treadmill in the basement again. James got the TV to work and I just figured I would run as many miles as I could stand. It turns out it wasn't very many. I got two miles in. Two miles with two stops to get Livy snacks, 1 stop to pick her up after she fell off of the weight bench and 2 walking breaks. It wasn't a good run but it was better than laying in bed feeling sick.
I really can't figure out how much of all of this is mental and how much is really physical. I am overly emotional and am feeling sorry for myself because I feel sick. It is hard to go from feeling like I was in the best shape of my life to feeling like I want to lay in bed all day. Right now I don't think that running the marathon will be a risk to the baby because I won't be very far along but I am just so tired and discouraged I can't even imagine running that far. It seems impossible and I would rather quit now then get there and have to quit in the middle of the race.
I dont' know what I will do.
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