Surgery & Meditation

It is with much gratitude that I greet you this morning.

My wife drove me yesterday morning to the surgical center where a torn medial meniscus was removed in my right knee.

The injury happened during a run in July 2016. I waited this long to have testing done because I thought it was simply a strain. I completed a pain-free run in January to have my hopes dashed as the day went on because the pain progressed. It is a good thing that I maintain very realistic levels of hope about just about anything, that way the disappointment is minimal and thus much easier to manage.

A visit to an orthopedic surgeon and an MRI both confirmed the diagnosis. Surgery was scheduled as was time off from work. Anyone who knows me knows the latter of the two items was more difficult to schedule.

I am now one-day post-operative and the pain medication sits on my dresser untouched. Advil is hopefully becoming a close relative which will join the Lortab on the dresser. No medication at all for pain for which I am also grateful. I know my meditation practice plays a large role in the way I manage pain and discomfort.

I am grateful for the gifts which have been bestowed upon me secondary to all of my hard work.



Sunrise Run

Sunrise Run

I didn’t have an opportunity to post this photo of this beautiful sunrise yesterday so I’m sharing with you today.

I hope everyone is making a beautiful Sunday!


Learning and Accepting

This past week has been a wake up call for me. I looked back at this injury filled year of running. It has been so bad I am honestly surprised I have not thrown in the towel and said, as I have in the past, “I am done!” My father taught me the importance of perseverance. It is this perseverance which taught me to seek solutions.
I saw my running progress to heights I had never imagined I would reach. I was running distance that had only been previously run in my dreams. Injuries eluded me until the day after the 2011 Turkey Trot. I had traveled to run some nearby trails. I laced up my trail shoes and took my first step. That first step caused excruciating pain. It felt as though a razor sharp knife blade had been thrust into my groin. Still I ran.
This injury was easier to accept than others as every step which even remotely resembled a running stride caused intense pain. Two months of not running led me back to the roads. I was happy to have found I had lost little running strength. I increased my mileage again and in hindsight that increase came too rapidly. Shin splints returned. More time off. Then my arch nemesis, over thinking things took over. Maybe it was the minimalist shoes. Maybe it was the barefoot transition. Maybe it was an old injury from high school. Maybe it was this and maybe it was that. My problem is I think too much. I try an analyze many things in my life instead of leaving some things to the old saying of “It is what it is.” As Barefoot Ken Bob says, “If it’s painful you must be doing something wrong.” My fight was always in my head. If there is something wrong I am going to look harder at the problem until I figure it out.
As I lay in bed the other night writing in my journal and not thinking, the answer came to me. The answer came to me as rapidly as a light illuminating a room as soon as the switch is flipped. I ran too much too soon in my transition to barefoot running. I tried to make things move faster than my 49 year-old body felt comfortable. I tried to make up for training lost during a completely snowless winter. It was a winter during which I was forced to hear other runners talk about in happy tones with smiles on their faces. Buffalo, NY in the winter; no snow; and temperatures that stayed consistently in the forties.
This past weekend I laid out a training plan designed to help me get back on track. Two miles each day over five days. A half marathon comining up in less than one month that I have decided not to start. I believe my fitness level would allow me to complete the distance but I am not willing to survive a short-term goal in defference to the long-term goal of remaining healthy and continuing to run.
As I wrote in my journal, a sense of peace came over me. I felt comfortable with my decision. I had accepted my decision. I had accepted my limitations. I am human.