Making Strides
Making Strides When, I lined up at the starting line for my brother's 5k, in September, I took a private moment. “Rick”, I said, “I did it. I picked up the load you left me. I did what needed to be done. Now, I need your help to get me back”. And, we were off. And, the pain was excruciating. Within 0.25 miles, that familiar electric charge, that radiates up my leg, was back. The charge, I've tried to deafen with inserts, cortisone shots and surgery aimed at melting the culprit. I've tried changing shoes, pace, gait and terrain. I've iced, rolled and elevated. I've given up racing, and was ready to give up running altogether. (Get ready yoga, you’re up). I felt as if I'd exhausted all options, all to no avail. At that moment, however, I tried one more thing. I enjoyed some time with Rick’s four year old granddaughter, Ella. Ella, and I would run from signpost to signpost, racing and giggling, the whole way. The