What a year, that's all I can say. At the beginning of all this, I wasn't sure at all about where I'd be and the end.
I started in St Louis in Margolis lab training for H100.
I ended in Ann Arbor in Cascalho lab still training for H100.
What happened in between?!
I sold my house. I planned to leave St Louis lab and found my next job. I did something to my ankle that required surgery to fix. I saw a neurologist for my face and after numerous tests was given the impression that "we don't know" is all they can give me. I sold my house, moved to an AirBNB, had surgery, move to Ann Arbor to finish recovery. I went to Florida and the east coast with my new family. I came back to AA to start a job, PT for the ankle, and joined a gym to get back into shape. I honestly believed that I'd never really run again, yet here I am about to finish a 20 mile week!
Through it all, M and the other demons were right there. I swore after the head imaging to quit. I swore after the surgery to quit. I swore that moving would be the end of it, that M won't come to Michigan. Of course he did, and I've quit another 10-20 times. As of now, I'm 15 days in to another quit. What will it take to change this?
I tried more keto, tried AIP, tried IF, tried W30 but it wasn't feasible, all failed. The 9 doesn't budge for a year now. I've found a coach who might be able to help, but how can it really be that hard?! Well look at the last 7 years of trying -- and where am I now?!
2022-- this is Hennepin or Bust. Whatever distance I end up doing, fine. But I need this race. I'm starting with an April marathon, then continuing through the summer. It's going to be a challenge, the new job and the new family and the new area -- all disrupt the habit I had in training. I'll miss weekends to travel. I'll miss Greenrock and Forest Park and Lost Valley.
Or will I? Those places are littered with M.
2022 -- I've said it before and I'll say it again. M has to go.
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