Two years ago, I pulled out of the Pikes Peak Marathon and the NYC Marathon because I was fully broken. Cracked femur, multiple torn muscles, tendinitis in the IT band that ultimately meant 7 months of physical therapy and doctor's who told me I could "walk for 10 minutes" and that was it. It was awful. I got really depressed, I gained weight, I dropped off social media and my blog to get away from it all. I came crawling back last year, and made it across both the start and the finish lines of the NYC Marathon, in all its wonderful glory (even if it didn't feel quite like a comeback in the gastrointestinal sense...)
But my mountain was waiting for me, asking me to return like a siren song.
Tuesday, June 23, 2020
Tuesday, June 16, 2020
I think I need some humor today. Maybe you do too. Turns out, I can be, on selective occasion, relatively funny. So let me tell you a story.
I don't know if you remember, but it was possible to get sick with something other than Covid in the days before the pandemic. The first week of January, when coronavirus was just a small issue in one city in China, Eric had a week of new staff orientation up in Denver. He stayed in a hotel and met with people from all over the country. I left on the weekend for my nephew and niece's baptism, and was gone. Eric came home part way through that weekend.
He was sick.