Sunday, July 16, 2017

Trails and Tribulations


Trails and Tribulations

CAT 25K July 15, 2017

I wanted to be alone with my own thoughts while running the CAT 25 and except for the first five minutes I was.


Glen Brake
Two weeks had passed since my friend Glen Brake died just after we had completed an eleven and a half mile training run in hot and humid weather. There was no warning, no complaints just the sound of a thud as the can of beer he just opened hit the ground. It took just seconds for me to realize something serious had happened.

When you think about dying immediately after finishing something you love there is a lot of benefit. I have now lost two of my friends in this manner and while it may be good way to go it is difficult for those left behind. Glen’s death was especially difficult since it was so “up front and personal”. I feel deeply sorry that Terri, Glen’s wife and family suffered such a quick and terrible shock.

On Friday I headed out for a short trail run, just a “stay loose” run for Saturday. It was very odd that Molly (our dog) refused to follow along. It was warm and muggy but this was unusual to say the least; most of the time she keeps eyes on me when I change into my running clothes. Perhaps she knew I needed time to myself.

As I started down the trail a wave of emotion overcame me as I thought about my friends, tears flowed down my cheeks and my legs moved like they had not in a very long time. If the Strava app on my IPhone was correct I ran the fastest mile I have run all year not even realizing it until I was finished.

The race itself almost came off as planned but out of practice I failed to take electrolytes until almost too late. The result was that after fourteen miles, a kicked rock sent my right calf into cramps that I would deal with for the final three.

I sat down twice to try to work out the calf and both times a “voice” came to me after a minute or so, “Get up Mike, walk it out”. I was hot, tired, dealing with the discomfort of the calf and wondering why the hell I do such stupid stuff. As difficult as it was I knew my friends, living and dead were helping to push me to the finish. When I finished I may have solved my own question, perhaps I do this because the physical challenges eases the mental ones.

As far as everything else is concerned I am still on pain medication for the neuropathy. I can deal with the discomfort during the day but without medication sleep is almost impossible. I am going to schedule an appointment with a new Doc for pain management so hopefully there may be some treatments or changes in medication that will work better for me. After becoming allergic to Gabapentin then having bad results with Lyrica / Cymbalta, Hydrocodone has been the answer. I have very mixed feelings about using medication but without sleep there is not much quality of life.   

We are in “Birthday Mode”, tomorrow my son Kevin turns twenty seven, earlier this month Patrick turned twenty four and in May, Maggie twenty one. I feel so blessed to be here to be here to see them grow into adulthood and share my days with my wonderful wife Susan.

Stay strong stay happy …. Mike

Monday, March 27, 2017

Grace in Falling

March 27, 2017

Yesterday I was reminded what true courage is.


John Godinet, a runner friend with ALS showed up at the Frederick Mission House ten mile run to participate in the one mile fun run. John, a veteran of many hundred mile and lesser distance ultra marathons today requires a crash helmet as his hands and arms are almost useless to him when he falls.

I was at the event to donate time and photography to the race. After the start of the main race there was plenty of time to watch the one mile fun run and to walk with John for the last quarter mile or so.

As we walked we had pleasant conversation, laughs and serious talk about his condition. Approaching the finish I heard a "thump" and turned to see John on the ground.

Looking at a dazed John, I was concerned until the words, "This helmet really works !", came from John's mouth. Not one to give up, he got up and finished.


My father is another one who fell but not at a race. Staying with my brother, Dad fell backwards breaking his pelvis and his back. We have no idea how long he might be in the hospital but almost for certain he will fight tooth and nail about going to a rehab facility or nursing home. Instead he will expect my brother to take care of him and this just may not be possible. I hope I am wrong but I have already experienced this first hand, it was not a good experience.

Last weekend I was at Terrapin Mountain, my favorite race of the entire year. Finally over my foot injury, with armed with some training, out of shape and over prime running weight my expectations were reasonably set. My race turned in to a run when the woman in front of me slipped on a patch of ice and went down hard. It was evident when she was pulled out of a tangle of underbrush that her ankle was broken. "Don't Look" was something I heard from one of the runners attending to her. I dialed 911 at 8:42 and stayed for twenty minutes or so leaving when I could no longer be of help. At four in the afternoon this woman was still on the mountain, on a stretcher being carried down the trail. It was said that she was in good spirits even though she must have been in terrible pain for hours.

We all fall at times in our lives, it is inevitable, I imagine the important part of falling is not the fall itself but afterwards, how you handle yourself and the ones around you after we stumble and fall.

Stay strong stay happy .... Mike