What hasn’t yet been written anywhere before is the account of Bushlings and her attempt at a half marathon. The half marathon, some 13.1 miles, was a goal I set to take my mind off weight and get me healthy and fit. Reasonable and objective goals, much like the Hair. In the fall of 2010 I teamed up with a guy I know who planned my training schedule for me, coached me with diet and weight training, and ran up to six miles once a week with me – a true champion. I made it to just under seven miles before all hell broke loose.
Both knees. Busted. Off my feet for days.
The disappointment was tangible. I couldn’t run. I couldn’t take stairs. I couldn’t wear heels for a few months. I have a jagged patella that aggravates and rubs causing a buildup of fluid. So very very very sad. I had finally found an exercise that I enjoyed only to have it ripped from me by my own traitorous body!
I loved it! Running in the rain along the shoreline. Running on the beach. Running before breakfast. Running with an eager mutt. All glorious and burning and fresh and open and in time to the music.
My trainer is still an inspiration. He still believes in me. I started again to run since, just to break a sweat. I’ve made it back up to three miles! So what if the doctors say I can’t? One mile every days won’t kill me right? Pain is weakness leaving the body. My coach tells me all the time.
This week he met me out for a quick catchup. He has just come back from the San Fransisco Marathon – one of the hardest in the known world of marathons. It is super exciting to hold his medal and feel the weight of his accomplishment!
He is also in the best shape of his life. A very bulky guy with big bones and strong features, he is now half the size he was when I met him a few years ago. If you’ve seen that Nationwide Insurance ad on American television or on YouTube you’ll know what I mean – he’s a vanishing deductible!
Congratulations to a man who slowed down to let me keep up for a while and continues to inspired me to stretch to, and then beyond, the edges of my limits. As for me, I’m about to lace up those shoes again. Time to stop talking and thinking and just jump.