I have this be-yoo-tee-ful blue surgery shoe on here....mmm-mmmm, lovely. My HR Director at my old job "took pity on me" and re-jiggered my insurance, so that it expired "end of my last month" (meaning, today) instead of my downsize date (the 19th).....so I have been running around to radiologists, my doc, PT, chiropractor, blah blah, all darned day. Looks like it's the tendon not a stress fracture but the x-rays come back tomorrow. Looks like the knee thing (did I mention it was my "good leg" that brought me down....?) was my 3rd quad muscle -- starts with a "V" I think (RNR Girl, you know all this technical stuff help me out here *smile*). Also my hamstring on the "bad side" is "in complete trauma" (meaning, I can't push up against my doctor's hand to raise it) but I'm sure this will pass....
It's a great medal. It's hand made ceramic, hand painted, of the Bixby Bridge, on a leather thong. Pretty cool.
The part of all this that I remember the most was actually NOT the marathon, as amazing as that is. It was the long run right before I had the accident. The long run where H didn't "time" the sunset quite right, and we wound up out in the way-hay middle of NOWHERE, first running past the 1,000 or so cows that rushed the fence as we came running past, then running down this wide road in the pitch black, running down the middle, the only sounds our feet, the dog's chain -- no wind, the air so still you could hear the cow ears twitching.
I felt great, I had done ~eighteen~ miles at that point in the run (it was a 22), it was hilariously funny that we were out there counting stars, in the pitch black/no streetlights "count-ray", cracking up, still four miles to GO for goodness sakes, making jokes, just a couple of 'idiots' out there for a little jog.
I think of everything, that was my favorite on the journey.....and maybe that's what Observer was getting at in her "what makes a runner" post -- maybe it's that feeling, the breathing "with the universe," good humored, laughing, "what the HECK are we doing," "inner Kenyan" feeling.
Ya'll rock, you know. I couldn't give up anyway -- I mean, how could I report THAT? :-)
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