OK. I’m not sure where to begin this post so bear with me. Many of you know that I was all set to race Ironman Maryland last weekend. Without dwelling too much on what went wrong or feeling too sorry for myself, I wanted to at least get the word out to people that I am ok. I’m a little emotionally bruised but this shall pass. The short version of the story is that I became uncontrollably sick during the race and was picked up and taken to medical for a brief visit then released.
After a little bit of down time back at the hotel room, we eventually made our way back into town to see and cheer the masses making their Ironman trek. We managed to make the most of our remaining time in Cambridge and enjoyed that magical little town to the fullest. This isn’t an easy thing to reconcile, but I will reconcile it. MG and I spent a few hours along the river drives yesterday playing with the ducks and geese after a therapeutic run loop. Nothing like a good fall Philly run and an outdoor lunch at the Cosmic Café to cure what ails you.
I am all registered for Ironman Maryland 2015 and am very much looking forward to going back. In the meantime, I have little doubt that the Marine Corp Marathon, NYC Marathon, and Philly Half Marathon will be just what the doctor ordered to straighten me out.
Many thanks to my always supportive family who not only supports me but encourages my every step of the way. And kudos to all who had successful races this weekend. I was a little too stuck in my own shadows to give you proper real time congratulations over the weekend. But you all deserve it. Job well done to all of you.
I’m a firm believer in taking something away from every experience, even if that something is learning to deal with disappointment, and keeping it in its proper perspective. At the end of the day, I am reminded of the wise realization that a really bad day on the race course is still better than a really great day in chemo. I remain one of the luckiest people I know.
Train safe, race smart, and thank the volunteers.