Thursday, August 13, 2015

I was ready to finally cry (but I did not)

A little over 15 months ago, I was one long run away from attempting to finish my 30th full marathon. Then I walked into my doctor's office and spent the next 135 days in hospitals.

There were many many moments where I wanted to freak out. I didn't let it happen. I read somewhere that people with conditions like mine needed to mourn for what they lost. There was no fucking way I was going to do that. I wasn't going to start crying, because I was afraid I'd have no reason to stop.

I just changed please give it was insulted my thoughts to the moment to the right. To the moment where I can see the finish line.  I don't think I let too many tears out because I still had a focus on forward motion. I had to see.

There I am, only yards away from the finish line of a real 5K. I started 70 minutes early so I finished with everyone else.

I did it to show my kids how strong I can be. I did it with the help of my new friends in the Achilles Running Club, I did it with the help of my old friends in the Prospect Park Track Club. I did it with Larry, Janet and David. I did it in Prospect Park. I did because physical therapists taught me how. I did it under my own power.

Fuck You Guillain-Barré Syndrome.

Fuck You Chronic Inflammatory Demyelinating Polyneuropathy

Fuck You Acute Motor Axonal Neuropathy




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3 comments:

  1. The coolest of the cool. Congratulations. Very happy for you. Well done.

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    1. And I actually used the mile markers that we put down. I've measured many courses but this was the first one I ever ran

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  2. Fighting is all we have. We own fighting! Well done you! F y gbs cidp mno and everyother thing. We are stronger than you!

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