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Ran a part of the Louisville Loop on Saturday. Pictures are from Saturday run with Alex (his first 10 miler) and Sunday's 10 mile (6 mile sub 11:30-12:00 with last 4 progressive tempo to finish last mile at 5k pace).
Talked to Dad today, he got good news from his specialist and a discussion about more tests. Overall he is happy with the prognosis. We also had a discussion about financing the Run. He is worried about the Run dipping into Amy and my personal finances too much, so he wants to send me money to help pay for gas and incidentals. He wants to talk to mom and figure out what they can afford to donate. I started getting frustrated a little as I explained to him that the idea was to honor them, our relatives we’ve lost to complications with diabetes, other people who have diabetes. I also said it was a way to thank him and mom for all they have done for me and others. I used to think Dad had a hearing problem. What I have learned is he follows his own train of thought and sometimes that train of thought is very loud. He can’t hear you talking over the whistle and click-clack as it travels through his mind. If you are talking to him face to face, it is very easy to see the train rolling through, but if you are on a phone, he pauses lets you speak, then continues when you have finished completely oblivious to what you have just said. I have experimented in the past to test this hypothesis by stringing random words together like, “Walrus pancakes shrimp road banana switch table.” That time he continued on about a story from when moved in with Aunt Helyn of which I was supposed to learn a lesson of some kind. As I continued talking with him tonight, I realized he wasn’t listening, and they had made a decision.
There are battles to fight and battles to compromise and battles to lose. You realize this as you get older. I think this is a battle for me to lose. Dad and Mom want to feel more active in the Run Across Kentucky, so I should let them. It would be selfish to do otherwise. Even though I’m doing the running, it is not about me.
Our kids, Sara and Josh, lost their grandfather on their Dad’s side this week (I am their stepdad). Grief is difficult to deal with for many people, but they are doing well. That side of their family has been through a lot in the past few years and needs positive thoughts and prayers. Please keep add them to your prayers especially over the next few weeks as they all adjust to new routines.
Peace be with you.
I was going to continue the discussion about the maps from the other day, but I would like to postpone that to post this from Run Across KY on Facebook
Just heard about you on WLKY news. Although I live in Indiana, I'm backing you 100%. I'm going to see if I can sponsor a mile or two for my mom. She was diabetic and went into kidney failure in 2001. The docs said that each of my siblings and I would only have about a 50% chance of matching her well enough to donate a kidney. Surprisingly, all 5 of us matched well enough to donate. After a "family meeting", I was the one that would donate the kidney. Thirteen years ago March 9, I gave my mom one of my kidneys. She died last year on March 3rd...just 6 days shy of the 12th anniversary of our surgery. We had 12 years with our mom that we wouldn't have had. THANK YOU for bringing attention to the seriousness of diabetes!!!!
Nearly everyone I talk to about this disease has a relative that is or has been affected by this disease. Thanks for letting me share your story.
Yesterday Kevin and I did the Papa John’s 10-Miler. It’s the 3rd leg of the Louisville Triple Crown of Running. This is a great race series building up to the Kentucky Derby mini/full marathon and the Kentucky Derby Festival in Louisville. I always have some type of time based goal in mind, but I’m never really running against the clock. I’m never going to win races or divisions, and I’m OK with that.
While running, I like to look around and read all the shirts people are wearing. ”Cancer Sucks,” “Running for Pam,” “The first step is the hardest,” “In case of zombies I’m tripping you,” and “Running is a mental sport and we’re all insane, ” inspiring things like that. It always makes me wonder the motivation someone has for running or walking. It’s not like the thought of doing anything until you can barely walk, do insane stretching afterwards, and are on the verge of dehydration should sound appealing. Who wakes up in the morning and says, “I want to do that!” Oh yeah…we do. And while we do it, we fight our demons. We fight the demons that encourage us to stay on the couch and start tomorrow. One more day isn’t going to hurt, right? The ones that tell you your knees can’t handle it, your lungs can’t handle it, your feet can’t handle it…YOU can’t handle it. What demons do all the walkers and runners fight when they are on the road? Myself, I have many demons when I’m running.
It’s the stop sign at the end of the street that seems to get farther and farther away the longer I run.
It’s the hills at Iroquois that taunt me and laugh as I’m trying to make it to the top.
It’s that pain that whispers, “Don’t forget about me.” The pain in my knees that reminds me of the car accident when I was younger that damaged the internal muscles and made them so weak that they needed braces to help strengthen them.
It’s the voice in my head that screams at me, “You are never going to finish this! You are old, overweight and you CAN’T do this. Why are you even trying?”
It’s the cramps that remind me I am not drinking enough water.
It’s the negative people I’ve encountered in my life that have told me, “You’re not good enough”.
It’s the pain in my lungs that reminds me I smoked for so many years.
It’s the mental feeling at mile 7 when I question my sanity on why exactly am I doing this.
It’s the person 100 feet ahead of me that no matter how hard I try, I can't catch up or pass them.
It’s the finish line that is just in sight but seems so, so far away.
But I do fight them, and I do continue. And even though I tell myself repeatedly that the clock is not my demon and that I do not race against it, I sneaked a peek as I sprint the last 50 yards across and “finished strong.” Then I silently whisper to my demons, “Today, I won.” And they are quiet again. Quiet until the next time I put on my bright, hot pink shoes and step out the door. I anxiously await whatever demons that will be waiting for me.
But I am ready for them .
Pics were courtesy of Martin Tallent