"Only those who risk failing greatly can ever succeed greatly." –RFK
Thursday, May 17, 2007
Time to face the sun
I really appreciate the support and encouragement and chuckles about my self-inflicted injury. And with that, it's time to turn around and face the sun. I've been worried and cranky all week with the calf. Every step is a reminder that I shouldn't have done what I did. Yes, it's still sore, but it is getting better. I have a feeling there will still be twinges at Bishop in 2 days.
I was thinking of cancelling the trip. I certainly could use the time to get other important things done. But that's not the right thing to do.
Here's the right thing (I'm sure someone will correct me if they think I'm wrong):
Hop on that plane tomorrow morning, arrive in Reno in the afternoon, drive to Bishop. Hope I can get there (without speeding) for the pre-race talk. Sleep (does ANYONE ever sleep before an ultra?), wake up, START, laugh at myself, take it easy, face the sun, embrace the sun's warmth, monitor the calf, keep going as I am able, stop if I feel like it's hurting, or keep going till I've covered the 50 miles.
Sounds reasonable to me.
If I can't do it, it's ok. I have 4 days of training in Death Valley coming up the next weekend! That's the most important thing for me.
I'm going to put my Dork Club membership on hold for a bit now. :)
I am an ultra runner, physician and have been medical director of some of the toughest ultras. I tend to be a mover and a shaker and louder than my size suggests. However, my Gemini twin is gentler and contemplative, an artist, a writer, and a poet. I am a dog lover, a believer in souls, and have a special affinity for those who struggle because I have been there.
This is my crazy lovable huggable Weimaraner, Steely Dan. I call him Steely. He left us in January of this year at only 6 years from lymphoma that did not respond to chemotherapy treatments. Steely was a total goof. He loved trail running, road running, treadmill running, new experiences, making eye contact, sleeping on his back, me, kids, and liver treats. He was Zappa's best friend. We miss him dearly.
This is Stella. A rescue from the shelter. She's about 6 months old and a Border Collie. She is a joyous bundle of energy and curiosity and now also Zappa best friend. She will make a nice running partner when she grows up.
This is the now the big brother of my family - a rescued Greyhound. His name is Frank Zappa. I call him Zappa. He's 7 years old and has learned all about life beyond the track and crate from Steely when he was with us. It was very rewarding to watch his personality bloom as he settled into the family. And yes, he runs like the wind!
This is Natasha, my dearest friend. She was with me through college, medical school, residency, and she moved with me from Chicago to Spokane several years ago. She was my best running partner for 10 years. My sweet Natasha died from bone cancer in 2006. I miss her still. I hung a windchimes over the deck outside. When it chimes, I smile and think she has finally -- wherever she is now -- caught a squirrel!