All good things come to an end 11-12-2022

Hello Friend -

Well…looks like it’s just not in the cards.

As I mentioned in my last issue, I’ve been training for the Route 66 ½ Marathon next week and this past Sunday was supposed to be my last long run of this training cycle.

Things were going pretty good at the beginning of my 12 mile run. Then, around mile nine, the old familiar feeling of a sharp pain raced through the lower extremity of my left leg and brought me to an immediate stop. I had pulled my calf for the second time this training cycle.

The bad part: I was about half a mile from my car, so I had to hobble all the way back. Unfortunately, this caused my right hip to start hurting as well - probably from overcompensating for my left calf pain.

Needless to say, I’m pretty devastated by it. I’ve not been able to walk without a limp all week and there is no way that I will be able to run the race next weekend. At best, I may be able to walk the course and still cross the finish line. But that will be a stretch.

In the 10+ years that I’ve been running, this will be the first race that I haven’t actually “ran.” And if I end up pulling out all together, it will be the first race I’ve ever signed up for that I wasn’t able to cross the finish line.

I didn’t think it would affect me much, but I guess when you put a large piece of your identity into an activity, it hurts a lot when you can’t live up to that ideal or participate at the level that you feel you should be able to.

I’ve always loved running. It was a form of salvation for me. It’s been where I’ve worked through a lot of life’s problems. So, to have an activity that is somewhat sacred to me all of a sudden not be available (or worse completely over), it’s mentally taxing.

But, if running has taught me anything it’s that there are always obstacles to overcome. Struggle is the name of the game.

Not only that, but there is also a finish line.

Sometimes you need a definitive mark to cross that signals that you’re done. Sometimes you reach that place on your own terms, sometimes it’s forced upon you.

Unfortunately, that’s where I think I’m probably at with running. I would love to be able to at least walk this one last race, but if things don’t work out, I’m at peace with it.

In a small way, I’m ready to move on and find another sacred activity to pour my life into that will teach me new lessons.

Maybe rather than running, I’ll start walking or hiking. Maybe fly fishing will be my new teacher. Who knows?

But, first thing’s first - I am going to do everything I can to cross that finish line one last time, even if I have to walk across.

See you next week.

🌐 Around the Web

Here are a few links, videos, and sites that I came across this week that I thought you might find interesting.

🔗 Stop Telling Introverts to Act Like Extroverts

🔗 The lazy mysticism of Alan Watts

🔗 The New Art of Making Books

🔗 Roald Dahl’s Writing Shed

🔗 Novelist as a Vocation by Haruki Murakami