I had a completely different post in mind and then realized yesterday and today marked some very significant anniversaries. One year ago yesterday I had the fateful MRI that revealed a torn plantar fascia and one year ago today I accepted I would not race Ironman Wisconsin. It was so hard to give up, but at the time I thought I didn't have a choice. The twists and turns and ups and downs of the following 9 days were an unbelievable test of my character, my strength and my will. In the end the nightmare turned into a dream and I finished my first Ironman after a 15 hour, 48 minute, 17 second fight. It would take me off my feet for nearly 6 months but as most of you know, there was a Cinderella story ending in Lake Placid just 6 weeks ago.
My foot hasn't been cooperating 100% as of late, but I'm nowhere near where I was at this time last year. And for that, I'm thankful. If you didn't know me then, here is the post from one year ago. The day before was perhaps the saddest post I've ever written.
I did an incredible ride today. I was planning an easy taper pace and took my P2C for once to be sure the recent tune-up did the trick. After 3 loops of the park I was bored out of my mind and wondering how I'd survive another 3 or more when I heard the delightful sound of the Prospect Peloton approaching. My first thought was, "I'm tapering, I can't ride with them." My second thought was, "Dammit, I'm on my tri bike." My third thought was, "Who cares." I latched on and went for a wild ride for 5 loops and headed home happy. I always ride stronger when I ride with this group. I do things I thought I couldn't do like ride up hills at 18mph. I decided to do the out-of-the-city Saturday ride with them tomorrow. It scares the hell out of me, which is exactly why I need to do it. I'll let you know how it goes. So much for taper!