Chronicle of a Comeback (vol. 19)

19 weeks ago today, I walked in to have surgery on my right Achilles tendon.  

I walked out on crutches.

I was on crutches for about 7 weeks.  

And then I started running, step-by-step.  Slowly.

Today, I powered through a three mile treadmill run staying between 5.5 and 6.0 mph for the duration.  

I broke 32 minutes, finishing at 31:51.  That’s a strong effort – my best effort to date since the surgery.

I was once a marathoner.  

I will be one again.

Chronicle of a Comeback (vol. 14)

One might thing that the Governor’s decision to close school the rest of the year would make life easier on teachers and principals…

NOT SO!

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Chronicle of a Comeback (vol. 12)

Friday.

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.  

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Chronicle of a Comeback (vol. 11)

After running on the treadmill the other day, and thinking about how great that run was, I have had a paradigm change.

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Chronicle of a Comeback (vol. 10)

I just had my most enjoyable run yet. 

I am back again.

A week ago, I shut it down after I woke up with pain, probably better described as discomfort, just above the area where I had Achilles surgery.  I had been pushing it a bit, just a little, with some “boxing” at my in home boxing gym (in my garage), some long (virtual) PT sessions, other stretching, and the advent of a short, but steep, hill into my runs.  

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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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Half Way Is A Start

I began my Labor Day weekend by pushing through the pain and self-doubt that accompanies any great effort and ran a half-marathon on my treadmill.

It took 2 hours, 17 minutes, and 32 seconds.  

It’s not a marathon, but half way is a great place to be.

Most often, it’s not about the end result, it’s more about the efforts one takes to get there.