Sitting here in the waiting area for Linda’s cardio rehab class watching recovering heart patients being put through the paces makes you feel thankful for your health. I also have the opportunity to witness Linda getting better every week, a long way from a few months ago when I was terrified she would not be able to use the right side of her body. Thank god we live in a country with access to the best healthcare in the world. Pretty soon she will be crossing the finish line ahead of me so I better make the most of it when I have the chance. One thing I did learn about myself through all this is I’d rather be on the road straining the tendons and sweating a tsunami than sitting here watching others work out. At least I can recollect while I wait.
If you read my previous post, you know I was able to brush off the dirt from the Cry Me fiasco (link here) and get the legs moving again. That was a crucial test to determine just how far I had fallen (metaphorically this time). Although a slight mid-race recovery was needed, the body held strong and the damage might be less than feared. Naturally, I came home that weekend and immediately signed up for another attempt at the 50K – this time in the cooler temps of October. That left a little over 2 months to address some lingering issues (hip was apparently damaged more than initially thought due to the fall and there were some nagging pains in other places) and rebuild the stamina lost due to the reduced training miles (damn meddling doctors ha). The first good test would be the half marathon at the Springdale Cemetery in early September. That hilly course would be a good litmus for the chance I had at the 50k.
Hit the jump to see if this race ended up being a confidence builder or not.
