"You have to wonder at times what you’re doing out there. Over the years, I’ve given myself a thousand reasons to keep running, but it always comes back to where it started. It comes down to self-satisfaction and a sense of achievement."
- Steve Prefontaine
I think I just passed one of the worst scares of my life. It has only been 2 weeks but it has helped me define a lot of what I want in terms of training and which caused the last two posts I wrote.
It started about 3 weekends ago when I woke up at the local hospital without a clue as to how the hell did I get there. I was still wearing my tri shorts and a hospital gown. I hate hospitals and Not remembering what happened made it a hunded times worst. It took me a couple hours to figure out what had finally happened and the picture didn't get any better (and it still hasn't) but with the help of Allen, the bike shop owner; the people who found me on the road and brought me to campus and the university police officer I think I figured out what happened:
Apparently I went off the road and instead of coming to a full stop before getting back on the road I tried to get right back and my wheels clipped the pavement making me crash. I hit my head pretty damn hard to crack the helmet in three different places. and either the hit itself or the whiplash left me disoriented enough that I don't remember what actually happened.
This past 2 and a half weeks have been an exercise on patience and perseverance. I've been scared shitless I'm not gonna lie about it. I keep thinking that this is going to come bite me hard somewhere down the line when I need the time and the strength the most.
It's been a slow re-build back to where I'm happy with myself and the way I'm training. Yesterday (3/14) was one of those days. The run was a little sluggish and short but the strength and core workout that followed. The rest of the week has been great in the recovery front and really ugly at the office.... but that's a story for another post 😀