Go Live

That's what my doctor told me yesterday as a way to release me from constant check-ups.

He gave me a prescription for another brace (one that will be a little easier as an everyday thing) and a wheelchair (in the hopes my insurance will help on that), and told me to go do what I can, modify what I can't, find new things to try, and enjoy myself along the way.

We talked about the Half Marathon this Saturday and basically it comes down to doing what I can, listening to my body, knowing that I can't necessarily push through the pain on this one, and accepting that I may not finish. That last one is hard.. it has been lurking in the background for a couple months now. Now it is right up front waving its arms around, jumping up and down. It's not that I have been trying to ignore it, it's just easier to accept when I don't actually think about it. I know the only ways I'm going to finish are by pure stubbornness, having some kind of reprieve from my tired legs, or getting off of a shuttle. Either way, I'm going to call it a win.

Who else can say they went out and tried with all the odds stacked against them?

The doctor did throw in trying this one with the wheelchair and, while I am still teetering on the fence with that, I'm more on the side that proclaimed this one to be my last race.

On foot.

Then bring on the wheelchair!