Day 177

I wasted an hour today cross-referencing various dining options and articles before reserving a table for dinner. I say wasting because my fellow diner, Rachel, lived in Chicago for years and could pick a place herself. Also, she’s super low maintenance. I’ve known her for over a decade and I have literally never heard her complain about a restaurant.

She’s flown into town to run in a race and visit. I couldn’t be more excited to see her if she’d brought Oprah. Okay, maybe Oprah, but you get my point.

I am incredibly disappointed in myself for fracturing and twisting my ankle so I can’t yet run in Constance’s memory. However, I refuse to allow my stupidity to put me in a mood or cast a cloud over what could be a fun hang with an awesome friend. Self-flagellation is as dangerous as dancing with a dragon; I am just not going to go there.

When I am down I think of all the wonderful years I had with Constance. I think about how fortunate I am to have the support of people like you during this terrible time. I am not going to allow myself to forget that fact for a second.

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