They cancelled my marathon. It’s awful. I cried.

You may be thinking, duh, of course they cancelled it, and I should have known. Well, it’s not like the thought never crossed my mind, but I was reassured by the e-mails the organizers kept sending out insisting that they wouldn’t cancel it. They sent one the day before they cancelled it! They made the announcement four days before the race.

I’m going to run it anyway. I’ll pick my own, more interesting course, and I will come in first place. My sister and I will still have our marathon celebration and Oscar red carpet party afterwards, even though the red carpet is cancelled too.

Some weeks ago I was thinking that I should practice being more flexible. Well, I’m getting my practice. I think I’ve shown myself to be adequately resilient. Every schedule change and every break in routine represents a chance for me to ask myself: do I want to use this as an excuse to drink? Though I’m not sure I actually ask myself anymore – more like I recognize the point at which I would have asked (and answered with a ‘yes’) in the past. It’s important to be familiar with my own fault-lines.

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