Last year in the feedzone of the Babcook Road Race, I handed up bottles while wearing a back brace.
This year ... same story, minus the back brace. Despite my efforts over the past week to make it happen, it's not going to happen. And, actually, I'm cool with that.
I'm glad that I'm at a place in my life where I can take a step back and look at the big picture. Yes, racing is a big part of my life -- and pretty fun -- but if I don't race, eh ... no big deal. I mean, I want to, but when I don't, it's not the end of the world.
I guess that says a lot about what I've learned about my body over the past year and a half, too. I know when I'm ready, and I know when I'm not. Of course, getting your ass handed to you helps decipher the clues a bit, too.
So, basically, not ready. Soon, though. Things feel better each day, but that doesn't mean everything's better. Life goes on.
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Hey Waterboy, I thought of you when I was swimming, errr floundering, at Masters practice this morning.
Recovery is a bumpy road, and (unfortunately) you've gotten to know about every cobble along that way.
But it's also encouraging to see how strong you've become despite these setbacks. So here's to your improving health. You'll be back to consistent form soon.
It's weird, actually, how focused I am on things right now. I feel way more ready and willing to bury myself to improve than I ever did before.
It's a process, though. It'll take time.
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