Here is my weekly mileage since last summer. I was ramping up for some races but I've since had to withdraw from all of them.
Apparently, August 19 was the day someone told my body how old I really am.
I've been consulting every health-care provider I can find. I have given so many blood samples I'm tempted to just install a tap. Some doctors have been helpful, others not so much. My dentist just looked at me with a blank stare. Pitiful. He was no help at all.
Running the Boston Marathon, actually running it hard, has been out of the question for a while now. At this point I would need a miracle to simply be able to shuffle along and finish the race without hurting myself. I won't withdraw officially yet, but realistically.... sigh.
My hope now is to simply get back to feeling better. My exercise streak is still alive though; my bike is still bearable.
Hopefully the doctors can figure this out soon. Otherwise, I will have to rename this blog ARiderOfStationaryBikesNerd. If you think my writing is boring now...
