Last week I had an unidentified virus, or so that’s what the ER told me. For two days I could barely move, eat, or stay awake. Seeking in person medical care can be quite challenging when you live alone in a second floor apartment. If I had managed to make it to the door, then there were the stairs. If I somehow made it safely down the stairs, then there was the walk across the parking lot to my car. And if against all odds I made it that far I would have had nothing left in me to drive.
So there it is.
I’ve worked tirelessly in my recovery. My personal marathon with endless trainings, injuries, and medals. I’m not racing against anyone else, just enjoying the scenery of my recovery. For the most part I’d like to consider myself a fairly independent person. People run along side me at certain points, but there are long stretches where it’s just me.