A week done of therapy. So far so good. No noticeable side effects. It is a change in direction in my miles of the journey. This weekend is to be the half ironman I came close to entering and, in fact, booked reservations for. Knowing what I know now, or perhaps because of what I have experienced, it doesn't seem as interesting anymore. I can't quite describe the non-caring for something I was so passionate about.
A month of downtime and seeing all the other sick and ill people, the many struggles, many worse than mine, the loved ones giving chunks of their lives in care for loved ones. There are some amazing, suffering, giving, loving people, doing heroic things with no crowd, no "you're an ironman," just doing the right thing quietly without applause.
There are so many stories out there, in the clinics and hopitals, many more, more terrible, more varied, than you will hear from participants on the race course. This is not taking anything away for the effort and sacrifice of ironman participants at all, but there is that other ironman world of the sick and infirm and dedicated and committed people taking care of them. Thank you God for these fine souls.
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