Seneca Creek

There was a light rain as three Hundred Fifty runners waited for the start of the Seneca Creek Trail Marathon / 50K. The forecast for the day was much better then anyone could have imagined, as it appeared earlier in the week runners would spend the entire day soaking in rain, mud and deep creek crossings. It was chilly, but with a much improved outlook, spirits were high, and, with that thought, I rolled over in bed and went back to sleep.

Yesterday was not one of my better days, although surgery had gone well on Thursday for some reason the pain medication made me sick to my stomach sometime mid-morning. No big deal I reckoned, I'll just “Gut It Out”, yeah, by six in the evening I understood why pain medication had been prescribed. Not wanting anymore Vicodin until bedtime, a nice glass of red wine led to a second glass of red wine to take the edge off the pain.

At nine o'clock, after a whole lot of discomfort had returned, I took a Vicodin and am happy to report it worked without stomach distress. Today it's been four hours since my last, I'm optimistic that the need for these may be over as my chest is sore but tolerable. (No bench pressing for a while)

This morning Molly and I took a nice hike after the sun started to poke out from behind the clouds. Our walk took us to the bridge in the photograph, it's nothing special but it has become fun with it's twists incurred from winter's impact.

Hopefully a nice long run with my running pals tomorrow morning. 

Mike