Learning that these diseases were irreparable really did me in. For the most part I kept it bottled up inside. Feeling sorry for myself because I would no longer be “pr’ing” that 5k or half marathon. I’d have to sell my road bike because who would want to ride “that slow” with me? My friends would no longer invite me to train with them (in my mind); I was no match! Each passing day I dug myself deeper and deeper in a hole.
So, let’s fast forward once again. Nearly a year after my diagnosis, my so-called “friends” decided to gift me an entry into Grandma’s Marathon in June of 2017. Half marathons have always been my preferred distance. Early on in my running career, I think I was 54 years old, I said repeatedly, that I would never ever run a full marathon. 26.2 miles, are you kidding me?
Well mental health, I would like to reintroduce you to physical health. I truly hope you can get along.
My time was by no means record breaking, however it was a PR! And crossing that finish line with my daughter and friends to greet me with tears in our eyes reminds me that I still have MILES TO GO.