My dad, an ex marathoner and avid runner to this day, was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s a few years ago. As a way to cope with his diagnosis I decided to start running myself and train for the 2009 Boston Marathon. I hadn’t run in years but figured that I was in good enough shape as a result of playing hockey a couple times a week for the last ten years.
Apparently I was wrong.
At mile 22 of the Boston Marathon I blew a tendon in my right ankle. I felt great the entire race and was going down hill just past BC when I heard a pop. It was loud enough that I heard it even with my ipod cranking. At first I thought someone had thrown a rock at my ankle and then when I went to put pressure on it I couldn’t even touch the ground with my foot..
Marathon OVER!
I hopped on one foot over to the sidewalk where people tried to encourage me to keep going but I knew that something was seriously wrong. Even if the finish line was 100 feet away there was no way I would have made it. So like some sad sap they tossed me in an ambulance and took me to Newton Wellesley Hospital. I then spent the next four months in a cast. No more running, no more hockey. Needless to say I was pissed off.
It took a while to recover and while I had thoughts about running in 2010 I wasn’t ready yet. Now I feel like I may be ready to get back at it. My goal to kick Boston’s ass in April 2011 and have my Dad watch me do it.
Apparently I was wrong.
At mile 22 of the Boston Marathon I blew a tendon in my right ankle. I felt great the entire race and was going down hill just past BC when I heard a pop. It was loud enough that I heard it even with my ipod cranking. At first I thought someone had thrown a rock at my ankle and then when I went to put pressure on it I couldn’t even touch the ground with my foot..
Marathon OVER!
I hopped on one foot over to the sidewalk where people tried to encourage me to keep going but I knew that something was seriously wrong. Even if the finish line was 100 feet away there was no way I would have made it. So like some sad sap they tossed me in an ambulance and took me to Newton Wellesley Hospital. I then spent the next four months in a cast. No more running, no more hockey. Needless to say I was pissed off.
It took a while to recover and while I had thoughts about running in 2010 I wasn’t ready yet. Now I feel like I may be ready to get back at it. My goal to kick Boston’s ass in April 2011 and have my Dad watch me do it.
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