The Road Back To 26.2 Began Today…

Twelve weeks ago I arrived at the surgery center, walking in, knowing that I wouldn’t be walking out, and, in fact, that I wouldn’t be walking at all for quite some time.  

When I checked into the surgery center, I told the receptionist that I was there to begin my training for the 2020 New York City Marathon.  She smiled and said, “You must be Mr. Semendinger.”

Indeed I am.  

I hobbled out of the surgery center on crutches my foot wrapped and in a heavy boot.  The surgery was a success.  

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Learning To Walk Again

It’s a strange feeling, learning to walk again.  Because of the surgery to repair my right Achilles tendon, I went about seven weeks without walking. 

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My 2020 NYC Marathon Training Began Yesterday (but not how you might think…)

I woke up yesterday and enjoyed walking around my house doing tasks that I knew I wouldn’t get to do again for a number of weeks.

These tasks including exciting things like walking up and down the stairs, opening the refrigerator and grabbing items, standing at my computer, and taking a shower… things like that.  Simple things.  Things we often take for granted.

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A Willingness To Cross Boundaries…

I believe that the marathon is about equal amounts of physical and mental toughness.  I think the mental toughness aspect of the race is often times more important than the physical side.  There comes a time in every race, and in every training run, when most runners want to quit.  I can say this unequivocally, there comes a time, usually multiple times, in every run when I want to quit.

Running is hard.  Very hard.  I have to continually and constantly resist the urge to quit.

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Progress (S-L-O-W Progress, but Progress Nonetheless)

My favorite runs are the ones I spend with my dear friend Ed.  Ed is a 33 time marathoner (I have just done 21 of them).   He’s also an IRONMAN (something I will probably never be).  Ed is a warrior and an inspiration. 

He’s also a close close friend.  I cherish the times we run together.

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Achilles Tears… What Achilles Tears?

The NYC Marathon is 7 weeks away.

I upped my long run (on the treadmill, again) to 12 miles.  Again, not fast, but, slow and steady covers (if not wins) the race.  

I just have to push through the pain that accompanies the run.  The tears in my right Achilles aren’t exactly fun to deal with, during, or after the run.  But pain is temporary, pride is forever!

I took only one quick walking break today, for less than a minute, at 5.0 miles.

Today was another step in the right direction.   

I’ll push the distance to 15 miles next week.

New York City…here I come! 

(I’ll see the surgery center after the race.)

 

 

Tough As Nails

This week my orthopedist said that they’ll schedule my Achilles surgery in mid-November… after the NYC Marathon.

“If you want to try to run it… run it,” he said. 

I have to ramp up my long runs very quickly.  I only have 8 weeks until the race.

Today was a BIG step in the right direction.  I wasn’t fast.  I took quick walking breaks (less than a minute each) at .5, 1.5, 3.5, and 8.5 miles.

A BIG STEP IN THE RIGHT DIRECTION!

Next Saturday, I’ll do 12. 

TOUGH AS NAILS!

Pain is temporary… Pride is forever!

 

 

 

One Last Shot… A Real Life Baseball Story (Part 13) – The Doctor, The Bench, and an All-Star

This is the story I didn’t want to write…

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Two days after I pitched on June 23, I had my first appointment with the orthopedist.  This doctor is very well known and very respected.  He took X-Rays, put me through a battery of small tests, he examined my legs, took careful note of my right Achilles, and, after all of that, said that my baseball season, my softball season, and my running season are all over.

I knew this was coming.

We all knew this was coming.

I just didn’t want to hear it.

I still don’t.

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One Last Shot… A Real Life Baseball Story (Part 5)

I woke up today, April 6, feeling pretty terrible. Awfully terrible. I still feel terrible.

But yesterday I felt even worse – even if the actually feelings were different kinds of terrible.

In the end, terrible is terrible no matter how or where it feels.

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