#gmas17 ruined?

This is my life for the next 10 days. Crutches and a knee brace.

But, I'm supposed to be running.

This Saturday's long run was supposed to be the end of training and the beginning of my taper to race day in 24 days, 5 hours and 8 minutes. June 17, 2017.

This was supposed to be my redeeming marathon. Grandma's 2016 was hot, humid and miserable. I thought I could do better. So, I signed up for Twin Cities Marathon and got bronchitis 2 weeks before, but raced anyway. I thought I might pass out along the way, but I finished. Grandma's 2017 was supposed to be the end-all, my redeeming race--the race to give me my true marathon time.

One step and one-half second might ruin my chances at running. Somehow, getting out of the car in a hurry in the rain on Saturday night, I planted my foot and jarred my knee resulting in an LCL sprain. NOT good when I have less than 4 weeks until race day.

I've run hundreds of miles and hundreds of thousands of steps training for Grandma's 2017 with no injuries. I'm completely frustrated that it might end with one dumb misstep getting out of the car.
I have PT in the morning, and I'll know more from them what my chances at running are. I certainly don't want to risk permanent damage, but I've training my a$$ off for this race yet again, and I know that not crossing the finish line will be one of the hardest things I'll have to do. Hopefully, this will miraculously heal overnight. That's (selfishly) my sole prayer right now.

The beginning of the end

When this camper is towed away by someone else tomorrow my excitement for summer weekends away and family vacation go with it.

We bought this camper only 15 months ago. I searched dealers across the state and found this--exactly what I wanted. We bought it in January of 2016... and we're selling it in May of 2017.

I'll childishly cry when we drive away without it because my weekends of getting away will cease to exist. Yes, it's temporary, but we're still not sure how temporary.

I have Dave Ramsey to thank (or cuss at).

I can't tell you how excited I am to be debt-free, but I also can't tell you how incredibly hard it is for me to sell this camper. Mike could take it or leave it, but I love it! I grew up camping. It's in my blood.

The camper, by far, carries our greatest debt. We'll sell it and instantly have paid down half of our debt. It just sucks. So, tomorrow marks the beginning of the end of our debt. No more. We're not sure how long it will take, but I'm praying for the fastest year or two of my life so we can get another camper--with cash.

When we visit the Dave Ramsey show in Nashville for our debt-free scream and he asks us about the hardest part to becoming debt free. My answer will be this. Selling one of my favorite things. I know there's another one just like it, and it's not that I'm attached to the camper itself--it's the fact that we won't be camping this summer and won't be joining my big family vacation in July and everything we WON'T be doing, which is the wrong mindset to have. Right now, I'm struggling with that.