Wow, where do I begin? I feel like this blog post may be all over the place, like my emotions the last few days. I guess I should start at the beginning.
On Friday I was so pumped up. I officially signed up for the 2016 Master’s Games to be held next week. I went out and ran a fast 8 miles with 6 striders at the end. Maybe it was because I was so excited but I felt like I could run forever, despite all the hills on my route. Maybe it was because we were going away for my daughter’s soccer tournament, but I ran with such vigor.
Fast forward to less than 24 hours later, while at the soccer tournament my wife slipped on a wet grassy hill, and severely broke her ankle. That leaves me to handle most of the household duties of raising our two daughters while trying to get one last hard week of training in.
I try not to get too high or too low, but I realize I have to keep moving forward. I can only do what I can do. I have to try to keep my training up and realize if circumstances don’t allow for a full week of training I have to trust in the training I already put in.
I cannot sit back and feel sorry for myself, I just don’t have time for that. I am going to do the best that I can despite what is going on here at home. I am going to go to the Master’s Games and run my best in the two events I signed up for. My heart and thoughts will be for my wife at home and her recovery. She has been such a trooper despite her situation and pain. Could I give anything less?
I think running like life is a series of steps forward, sometimes backwards. I am going to keep going forward, to do less would not be fair to my family who support my running, and especially my wife.