Jesus, I looked, and the last legitimate post was in the middle of March. What a shithole I dug myself into, because, apparently, I hate the Instagramm for the sheer shortness of its space and for the lack of deep thinking expressed. Although, lets be honest, there will be no deep writing here right now, as I'll try to cover over 6 months of life (beyond straight surgery update). There was just a regualr life there, you know.
On the first weekend of March, at 8 weeks post-op, I flew to St. George, UT, to visit my bestie Ronda - and to participate in a trail half marathon. Yep, I just officially took off the brace, and I went for it. Well, first of all, I had my airfair and registartion done prior injury. Secondly, I actually put a brace on (in unlocked position) just in case. Third, I hiked it in - and I wasn't even the very last one. I was basically shufflinf in a running form the last mile, despite having not tried it before, and crying happy tears. The knee held up. It was a great kick-start. (Apparently, I had a post about it. Sorry. Not that anybody cares).The gaskets blew from here on, and I began hiking trails and walking roads, plus full rotation on the stationary bike, elliptical, and a little bit of the stairmaster. Plus - back to yoga!
I won't bore you with those pics, because you bet there were many. Mid-March I flew to Portland per usual matters, then on the last weekend of that month Annie and I took on our first "joint" event of theyear - she ran a 50 mile race in Moab, and I did my thing - crewing. She won. Overall. And set a PR on the course by 2 hrs in 2 years. The part that excited me the most was that I tried a little 1 mninute real jog on the treadmill with her taping me - and it worked! Scary, but for real!
July was tiring. I had my last (for me) of the year "Annie event", and that was a hard one on both of us. Hardrock 100 was her prime focus. To the surprise of all, for the first time in its history, it was hot, sunny, and not a drop of rain, no thunder, not a cloud. One would think, awesome, no danger, no hypothermia. However, it brough different challenges to all the runners: hear exposure at high altitude is no joke. Everyone suffered. Courtney won (of course). Annie ran far off her goal time, but held on to 3rd. There was frustration, puking, tears. Feeding, hydrating, hugging. She got it done. I was exhasted. I drove off as soon as she crossed the finish line - after 2 nights of no sleep, I had a 6 hr trip, 2 days of work, and a trip abroad ahead...Oh, year, the movie crew was back. Wehad quite a few deep human conversations, they did their work while I did mine, and again, I couldn't give a nice "interview" style coherent response between the action shots. Apologies. I guess...
It's been a lot of everything, those years, and as we move on forward, things might be different, yet still the same. What we have is deeper, and while we met each other and bonded over trail ultrarunning, we grew to respect each other on the whole different level, and many of those were not imagined 15 years ago. Ther was so much to overcome. Second marriages are no joke, baggage of bot of our past and present, cultural differences, kids, ex-spouses, careers, families, moves. We had an overnight hike right before this big day. Things were said, the air was cleared. It is good to state your feelings intentionally, from time to time, so we don't get to be on the train that goes without a locomotive. Even as we age, the support for each other is the outmost important thing in a relationship. That exact thing which drew me to this man, how he accepts me for who I am, and gives his unconditional support - is what the foundation is. When the life gets shaky, this is what one shall count on. Respect and support.
And then we're here. It's the end of September, literally. It is the 30th, last day, and I am, very suddenly, super-rpoductive, yet again. In fact, much more so than last time (my brain and my fingers are toast). Why? Because Larry flew to Oklahome to visit his family. You see, this was supposed to be a weekend when my bestie Theresa was to come visit for some leaf peeping. Boy, did we pick the best weekend...However, she happened to injure her foot a couple of months ago, and instead of getting better, it kept getting worse, until it was obvious that she can't hike the trails. And there's no foliage in my town, yet (or spectacular, at all). So, Theresa cancelled the trip. I decided to make the best of it (below). Today, though, is the tail-end of that empty house, and apparently, once I do all my exercises (I ran, went to the gym, took a yoga class, and spun my bike for over an hour), shop for groceries, and do laundry - I'm too bored alone. And this bright idea to catch up on blog popped (dumb idea, as I spent 2.5 hrs sitting here typing and inserting photos). But here. A better ending to my blog post.