TRAUMA ON THE TRAIL-3 miles

Yesterdays run was full of trouble. I was down one mile with two left to go. My IPOD stopped! I seriously thought I was going to cry. I charged it before I left so don't ask me what the heck even happened. I had even loaded some new songs on it. I was so mad I was going to just stop and turn back home. My music is what makes me run. I have certain songs that help me focus on my breathing, my stride and pace, and a few that really get me moving. I just didn't know how I was going to finish with out them. Then, I thought how pathetic I would be if I had come this far into my training and then would just quit because of stupid music. I have never stopped short on any of my runs. I have never slowed down and walked because I am tired. I have never even stopped for a drink. So, I wasn't going to stop this time. Instead, I listened to the ugly sound of huffing and puffing all through my run. I did it. I was proud. Then, for part 2 of the trauma. I bent down to give Havie a kiss and noticed her little beanie was missing. This is a hat that has sentimental value to me. She has worn it since she was born(yes, it still fits her). She is also wearing it in one of my favorite pictures of her. It was something I wanted to hold onto forever. It even has a little sweater that matches it. I went back out and looked for it alot of the afternoon. No luck. The wind had also picked up so who knows where it could be. Probably somewhere in the desert, or on some other babies head. Well, I think I did good today, considering. It at least gave me some good angry energy to work through on my 7 mile tomorrow.