Thirty One

More then a week has gone by since Susie's cause and it's been once again a roller coaster ride.

After much “soul Searching” I have decided that Steamtown just isn't meant to be for me this year, just too many much more important items on my plate. I will instead concentrate on family and JFK Training. There is no doubt that right now, running is a crutch, one I rely on to deal with my recovery and the issues I and my family will face over the next few months.

Though I am progressing well my body reminds me that I'm not one hundred percent. There were a couple times this past week when I curled up in a ball waiting for relief from medication or rest. Amazing that I can run for hours some days with no ill effects and then trigger a bad response from a slight change in my daily routine.

Yesterday was one of those changes in routine that brought along a bad response. I played golf in a event to raise money for St Jude hospital. I thought we were to start at nine in the morning when in fact we started at eight. Thank goodness I checked my emails early Monday morning as there was a reminder for all to be at the course by eight. Thank goodness as well I have lost nothing when speed dressing ! Five minutes after seeing the email I sprinted to the car with Golf bag in tow, shoes untied and a glass of juice for breakfast. Not wanting to take a chance with coffee at the Golf Course I skipped eating. (Big Mistake).

Another “mistake” happened on the second hole of our round after one of my partners bragged about how long he hit the ball. I don't consider myself a long hitter but a couple times during a round I'll hit a drive square on the club face sailing it into the “somewhat long” category. This is what happened on our second hole; this lead to “Game Over” for my “Long Hitting” friend as he spent the rest of the day swinging for fences. Yes, there were indeed some impressive shots produced, to the right, left or grounders decapitating some poor worm who had the misfortune to poke his head up at just the wrong time.

I enjoyed the outing, it was a beautiful fall day but I did pay the price when I got home and I'm afraid I'll be paying up again today.

Tomorrow will be Susan's and my thirty first wedding anniversary. We “skipped” last year, this year, there won't be any barn busting party but there is joy and gratitude, I have come to understand how truly remarkable my bride has been and will always be.

Happy Anniversary Susan .......... Love Michael