Labor Day 2013

Labor day weekends have always been something I look forwards to; the demise of the hot humid days of summer morphing into the kinder gentler days of fall.

This one was a mixed bag.

The Thorpewood Race went well, much better then I could have imagined. On Saturday, the day before, I spent five or six hours marking the course with Mark Lawrence. Later, that afternoon I had a GI attack; bedtime that evening started at nine PM, by 1:30 A.M., not able to sleep, I caved in and took a pain pill.

I slept until six thirty, for me an eternity, when I awoke I felt normal. NORMAL,........ NORMAL …. a gift; nothing hurt, nothing numb no reason not to run except I just wanted to stay put and enjoy what I was experiencing. I laid in bed until 7:15; the last minute I figured I could linger and still make it on time.

I ran a good, a smart race finishing second in my age group and twentieth overall. Not bad for a sixty year old guy who has not been training.

Later that evening I got a call from my father who needed me to take him to the ER. 

Thankfully Dad ended up being all right and as for me, perhaps I found satisfaction in knowing how wrong I can be.  Just a few days prior I was in a dark place, a place I must admit I am fighting again, yet ….... the lesson I received …... things can be a lot worse and yes, we can always be surprised.

Come on Fall …......... Mike