The fall is the hardest when the peak is high. I hate my body with every ounce that I have left in me. I have suffered through the pain of training to only be left with the heartbreak of another injury. I can’t breathe and I can’t think about anything except the fact that I might not be able to toe the line in 2 weeks. Just last night I posted a picture counting down the days until race day, and now I don’t even know if I’ll be there. People say time spent doing what you love is never time wasted, but right now I feel like all the endless hours of training are for nothing. The opportunity to put it all out there and see what I’m capable of feels suddenly stripped away from me. I feel like I was on the brink of something great and Kara Goucher’s words run through my head over and over again; nothing in my life has ever broken my heart like running has, yet I cannot breathe without it. But the body heals, and so does the heart. Amidst the chaos, I’m trying to remember to be who I am, not what I do.