I was a little concerned that I would fall apart this morning. Not the
I was really worried that when I saw the other people in wheelchairs and walkers that I was totally lose it. But I was fine, some of them confided in me that they lost it when they checked in. But I met other survivors walking around just like regular people. I guess that's what I needed to see. It was also really good to meet people who I had never met in person before. Emails and Facebook can only go so far. And I decided this morning that I want to spend more time with them. I'm going to find ways to be more involved in the community that I wish I was not a part of.
The distance was a little short on this because Gary made the classic mistake of pausing his Garman when I rested. Pausing it is okay only if you remember to restart |
So when everything was over I saw the representative from the foundation trying to figure out how to disassemble the tent that they had borrowed for today's event. I told her to put me in the loop six months before next year's event. That in my old life are used to organize running events every week. I hope I did make a promise I couldn't keep, but I told her that next year I can get her tents, chairs, tables, a finish line structure and an actual flat course. She told me she would email me this week.
So I have to realize that if I help, I'm not organizing a race. The fact that there is no starting line, finish line, definitive course or clock is okay. Everyone can do their own thing at their own pace. Just like my recovery.
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The mad dash for the finish line |
Michael my friend you are truly an amazing person and an inspiration to all that know you. I have no doubt in my heart that you will be running that race in the future; in more ways than one.
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