I’m running every single day this year. Every single day. Today was Day 223.Continue reading “For 223, I did 12.0…”
Well, I did it. Finally. Amazingly. I did it.
Quick quiz, what is the significance of 24,901?
Before I give you the answer, I need to go back to the beginning… at least the beginning of when I began to keep track of such trivial things, 1992.Continue reading “24,901”
The first HUGE step is over.
Today I hit my 100th consecutive day of running.
I set out this year to run every single day.
And I am doing it!Continue reading “100 Consecutive Days Running!!!”
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Let me begin by saying that New York City, all five boroughs, are amazing, awesome, inspirational, supportive, and, just plain wonderfully great. I love all of it. Every person, every borough, every street… All of it.
New York is the greatest city in the world.
It just is.
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Today is January 8, 2021.
Exactly one year ago today, I walked into the surgery center to meet Dr. Braver for him to perform surgery on my right Achilles tendon. As I walked in, I said to the receptionist at the counter, “I am here to begin my training for the 2020 New York City Marathon.” She smiled and said, “You must be Mr. Semendinger.”Continue reading “Chronicle of a Comeback (vol. 33) – Last Article In Series”
Just because something is the right thing doesn’t mean that we can’t be sad about it.
I knew they would be cancelling the New York City Marathon. They had to. It only made sense to cancel it.
You can’t run the world’s largest (and greatest) marathon during a pandemic.
I get it.
Still, I am sad.
That’s the word. Progress.
Two steps forward.
I am hoping there are no steps backward as I continue to build strength in my comeback to running following Achilles surgery in January. I will hopefully get strong enough to run the New York City Marathon in November.
A few thoughts on all of this before I share the updates on my progress.
The mileage isn’t what matters here.
FRIDAY. A big day. A HUGE day.
16 weeks and two days after my Achilles surgery, and, with the permission, dare I say the encouragement, of my physical therapist, I set out for my first two mile run.
After running on the treadmill the other day, and thinking about how great that run was, I have had a paradigm change.