Some things just don’t work out the way you planned. Like when you wait until the very last minute to register for a half marathon and then a week later for you and your husband to do Tough Mudder so you are *certain* he will be home, and then not one but TWO countries militaries decide to change their plans just to screw you over. Okay, it might not have been meant personally. Apparently national defense plans are not all about me. Whatever. But Dh’s course that he was supposed to return from this week ended up starting this week and so races are upon me and I will be heading there alone while he lounges it up in Fort Benning. Sunday is my first race of the fall, I am running the half marathon at the Canadian Army Run in Ottawa. My longest run since I raced in the Ottawa Half-Marathon has been 16km.  My weekly average went from 45km to 25km.  Summer hit me like a ton of brinks and the crushing humidity on my poor prairie lungs, coupled with serious allergy issues that seem to have started just last summer (I am apparently allergic to Ontario) grounded me most of the summer. I felt like I was breathing underwater almost every run. And it was about the middle of August when I realized the 2 most important lessons of all of my excuses. 1. Running is all in my head. I am only as good a runner as I was my last run. If my run was hard, if I limped through a 5k that morning, than I am a terrible runner who has no right to even own a pair of running shoes. My head will tell me how…