Revenge of the Heart Sac
As most of you know, Alder and I relocated to Arlington, Massachusetts at the end of the summer to join Rosie for her last years of high school. After 23 years in Alaska – and frankly never having resonated with this place – it’s a big transition. I decided to combat my sense of dislocation by running the Boston Marathon. Brilliant, I know! It accomplished all kinds of good: (1) help others – check! – by running as a fundraiser for The Children’s Room; [1] (2) reclaim my health and confidence and kick cancers’ ass(es?) – check!; and (3) do something epic that’s endemic to the area – Boston Marathon totally checks that box! Finally, I figured I would model grit and perseverance for my children. Instead I am modeling hospital gowns. I am modeling defeat. I am modeling fatigue and despair. I am modeling Becoming One With The Couch. Training was going ok. I wasn’t feeling my strength flooding back as I used to when I would ramp up my running, but I was able to push through an