Wow. Talk about using the right attitude to wade through all of the junk that comes our way. Aside from dealing with trying to figure out what is wrong with the legs that are supposed to take me to the finish line of a 13 mile marathon in 5 weeks, the husband who whole heartedly supports me gets a chip fracture in his hip. He can barely move let alone drive or pick up his own pain meds. It is pure frustration at the thought of throwing away all of the running progress that I have made in the last 6 weeks but also trying to get through sparring and not get hit in the legs. Fear and anger have had their place long enough. I will keep running and training until it hurts. Literally:)