I am all packed up to head to Lake Placid tomorrow! I am beyond excited about it – the past few weeks have been kind of…well, challenging.
I have been through many moments when I thought that I wasn’t going to make it there.
First there was the thing with my face that came on me suddenly and brutally after a 100 mile ride.
It turns out this was an abscessed tooth. It only took me 3 dentists, 2 doctors, and a chiropractor to figure it out.
Then there was something much worse.
My Gram. My sweet, funny, wonderful Gram.
She had a stroke on Sunday.
Luckily, she got to the hospital fairly quickly. She hasn’t lost her sharpness of mind – but she has lost most of her speech. Thankfully, this can potentially be recovered through therapy.
After the first night at the hospital, I had pretty much decided I couldn’t go to Ironman Lake Placid.
I just couldn’t leave her.
The second evening I was at the hospital with her. We were practicing her words and laughing…and out of the blue she grabbed my arm.
Her blue eyes were fierce, looking right through me. Her grip on my arm tightened.
I tore away from her gaze for a second, swallowed some tears, and then finally, I looked back to her and nodded.
“OK” I said.
“Good.” She said and smiled, looking back on her sheet of words to continue her practice.
So – yes – I am going.
I have been beyond inspired watching my grandmother’s fight to regain her speech. She has struggled – she has moments of saying almost entire sentences, to barely being able to get one word out of her mouth. She laughs, keeping her positive spirit, says “damn,” and then puts her head down and keeps trying.
The speech therapist actually said she has never seen such a determined, dedicated patient in her career.
So I am looking forward to this race. If I ever feel like I have had enough, like maybe I shouldn’t give it my all – I am going to be like my Gram.
I am going to laugh, utter “damn”, and put my head down and keep going.
Bib number 713 checking in.
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