I will run run run, I will run run

Update in the ongoing effort to become a runner again...

So far I've tried stretching, icing, and anti-inflammatories. I've worked with the chiropractor, a masseuse, an orthopedic specialist (who had me get an MRI and try orthotics), and now have begun working with a physical therapist (sorry, Trent, should have probably gone this route earlier).

The PT thinks my problems might be more related to my back than my hip, so I need to work on posture for the next week as well as do some back arching exercises. Then we'll work on the hip and buttocks (which both ache all the time.)

15 months of pain in my leg and counting...

What is it that keeps me going?

Maybe it's insanity? I picture myself in agony as I try to complete the Western States 100 (a 100 mile race). I can see myself exhausted from the heat and the miles, desperate to quit, but determined to finish. That's my motivation.

Maybe it's a love for the woods? I see myself solo-ing the Wonderland trail (90 miles) with a support crew (Mike, Jim, Trent...I'll be asking for help). I can feel the loneliness of the trail at 2AM and smell the misty, moonlit forest air. I see myself tripping on a root, scraping off my bloodied knee, then continuing on, only to finish a grueling run that maybe 8 or 9 people might ever know I did. That's my motivation.

Maybe it's the dream of sharing a deep connection? I envision Ethan and I getting up at 6AM for a Sunday morning run. We let the morning rain cleanse us while we drift along the trails, content in our thoughts and occasionally sharing thoughts. That's my motivation.

Whatever it takes!