A lot of you already know this, but for those of you who don't--I've had to say a sad, sad good-bye to my marathon hopes for this year. Remember that half-marathon I did? Well, I bought a new pair of shoes a week or so before that, and apparently they were defective (shoes can be defective?!??) and after putting 50-60 miles on them, they created a stress fracture in my shin. Nice, huh? The upside is that my foot has healed from the foot-smashing incident. Downside? The doctor said there is nothing I could do for this except give it 6-9 months off of any sort of impact sport. What a letdown! I had been working really hard and consistently and now I don't have anything to show for it. Who knew something that was supposed to make you feel good could be so depressing?
I'm a Midwestern girl who's lived in Missouri, Utah, Missouri again, Nebraska, Mississippi and Iowa. This is my story of life with my farmer-turned-professor husband, two exceptional little boys, and one extraordinary little girl who happens to have Trisomy 21, or Down syndrome. The stories you are about to read are all real; I couldn't make it up if I tried.