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9/14/18: Reach the Beach

Den of Positivity, 9 mo. PO:

I have two friends running the Reebok Ragnar Reach the Beach this weekend in New Hampshire: “A team of 12 friends (or 6) piles into two vans and runs and runs, relay style, for 201.8 miles from Bretton Woods to Hampton Beach, day and night and day again, until each runner completes three legs, accomplishing together what they could never do alone.” It sounds like one of the coolest, most satisfying things you could do with a bunch of friends, and I think mine are rock stars. I’m wishing them lots of love, dry feet, and the stamina of a twenty-one-year-old.

Every time I talk to one of them about the race I walk away humming The Fixx’s 1983 song “Reach the Beach” that I listened to relentlessly on my Walkman during the winter of 6th grade. One of my Ragnar friends will at least remember “One Thing Leads to Another” from that album; the other was in Kindergarten at the time, the same age her daughter is now, but big brother or Dad may have planted some of their songs in her head. I’m sure she was moving to music well before grade school.

At 9 months out from surgery, I am *every* *day* looking for that beach on my horizon. I float closer to the shore, get washed out again by setbacks, Hamster Howl my panic, rage, and despair about sustaining a temporarily debilitating injury only one year after making a career change that depends on physical ability…with two active children…

…and eventually, make progress, moving back towards shore. Healing happens – in large part because I’ve accomplished together with my family, caregivers, coworkers, and the hundreds of beautiful souls I’ve met on the Proximal Hamstring Repair Facebook page, that which I could never have done alone.

I’ll reach my beach. The tides may have changed it by the time I get there – a new normal – but I would not trade the lessons I’ve learned for my original hamstring attachments. I would not. Stay tuned for the one-woman show that details being facedown in the arena, rumbling with my darkest truths, and rising strong again. You know it’ll be funny.

Reach the Beach

“Passing time has no surprise
When pleasure found is my resource
Should I lose my lover's eyes
Then destiny will plot my course

Forgotten lies aim to distract me
This mono mind must not connect
Purer nature will contain me
Free fall in air I will surpass
When I'm falling, calling, I return
Floating closer to your shore

I start to drift with the tide
Maybe I'll reach, I'll reach the beach
My heart is sealed watertight
Maybe I'll reach. I'll reach the beach

When in your eyes I see the sign
A teasing passion for a desperate man
Should I lose my lover's eyes
Then secrecy will plot my course
When I'm feeling too sure, then I drown
Floating closer to your shore

I start to drift with the tide
Maybe I'll reach, I'll reach the beach
My heart is sealed watertight
Maybe I'll reach, I'll reach the beach”

8/26/18: The Truth

Den of Positivity, 8.5 mo PO:

I hate that this injury has woken up a number of impairments in my body that I’d obviously been adapting to and fine with, until I pulled my hamstrings out of the Jenga stack: rotator cuff…thoracic spine…lumbar spine…knees…

…I do like that I’m experiencing the most common pains/limitations my personal training clients are plagued by. Now I know how they feel. And I’m learning how to navigate & manage those pains. So thanks for that, Universe. I guess.

I also love Brian Friedman & Maddie Ziegler (in pink). So there’s that, too.