I wish I could be more upbeat with my memory but I'm feeling a little introspective and melancholy tonight. I'm worried about tomorrow and thinking about all the ways I have tried and "failed" over the years.
When I was a senior in college I took a water aerobics class for the easy A and for the PE credit. I was excited about the class. It was a good way to get my workout in and I didn't have to look at myself in the mirror like in aerobics, yoga or other dance classes.
Then I got mono at the start of the semester, and it wasn't a little case of mono... I really thought I was going to die.
The inflammation in my spleen made the doctors act overly cautious and I could only do a third of what the water aerobics class called for. So I got my only C in college because my stupid immune system picked that moment to catch mono.
I felt like such a failure and, at the same time, I couldn't have cared less. My pretty awesome academic record was tarnished by that one stupid C and yet... I'm proud that I got through it.
I still feel like a failed. I should have found a way around the participation to get the B I needed to have all A's and B's on my transcript. I should have done more to plead my case.
It' a weird thing to think about how I felt seeing that grade. Proud that I was done with college, depressed to see the C and angry that I let my body win.
It's weird the pressures we put on ourselves.
Tomorrow I run my 5th 5k and do a master class and Jam session with my Zumba family.
If I never post again, I loved you all and you can fight over my stuff.
Kthx!
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