Stuff Of Dreams

  
Picking my way uphill, Coach Aggie comes zooming by. My beautiful blonde canine hip checks me on the rocky single track, carefree & unworried. She heads up & out of sight, taunting me to chase her. Perched on one leg, I spread my arms, looking for a tree to balance against. This is not how I’m going out. The last seven months are not going to dissolve because I refused to ‘take it easy this week’. Left leg back with the right, I see Aggie turned back, as if to say “What’s the hold up?”. You know what.

It seemed almost inevitable I would twist an ankle just days away from my 1st 100 miler. Of course, no twisted ankle today. Aggie is sleeping in the back seat on the way home. And Umstead is only four days away.

Vermont 100k was the last race of any real distance. Since then, I’ve run in two 50ks & a six hour challenge. After the 100k, I dropped out of the VT50 at mile 14. Despite loosing 50 lbs, my tummy was fat. I figured I was permanently bloated. 3 weeks later, I was admitted to Dartmouth for emergency surgery to remove 2 lbs of tumors from my abdomen. The tumors were benign, thankfully, just blocking up the works. It was a long recovery & even longer before I ran again. I think it was February 1 2015 before I started again. Six weeks later & an additional surgery & recovery, I got back to running in June. Real running. And it felt so good.

During recoveries, running was like this far away hope that I might someday do again. Of course, it was never that dramatic. Swimming & walking, however, aren’t running when what I wanted was to run. Crewing for hubby at Pineland & VT100 was fun, but not the same as participating. Sometimes, only running helps running. Know what I mean? So, I got to be of service & spend some time behind the scenes, meeting some amazing folks along the way. 

So, here I stand (read sit) at the edge of what I started the blog for four years ago: to record my journey to my running dream. Running a 100 miler. Unbelievable. It’s finally almost here. And it’s good, this chasing my dreams stuff. Besides not sleeping well this week, it’s good. We leave for Raleigh in two days.

“I’ve been excited about this race all year long. Now that I’m here, I wanna go home”. -quoted from ultrawalk.com. That about sums up how I’m feeling this week. Fear, fear fear. I’m gonna trust that the training I put in is enough. Remaining tumors have not grown. I’ve got God, my sobriety & an amazing crew to get me to the finish line. If I can get out of the way, it should be an amazing experience. P.S. Finishing would be really really nice. 30 hours. I got this. Right?

Prayers would be greatly appreciated. I’ll let you know how it goes.

Thanks for running with me,

Astrid

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14 thoughts on “Stuff Of Dreams

  1. Good luck, Astrid! Wish I could be there to see the culmination. Remember to hope in the Lord, Isaiah 40:31. Gets me through all sorts of dark spots. πŸ˜€

  2. Glad you’re back to running! Not running when all you want to do is run is so hard. I’ve been there too many times.
    Very well-written post. πŸ™‚ Looking forward to the race report.
    Good luck!

  3. You are amazing! Here’s hoping you have the best experience you possibly can with this race! Praying for you to achieve this dream you’ve been chasing so long!

  4. Wow wow wow, that’s my girl, that’s our girl, what an amazing person. She just knocks me out. All the love and strength and wishes – trucks full of love. You already did it in my book. Your proud mama.

  5. I always get choked up when I read your words. I have chills as I sit here waiting form my firts patient. A wise tall running guy we both know once told me “if you have pictured crossing the finish line, you have already done it.” Soak it in Astrid. Your focus and joy for this is unstoppable and the stuff dreams are made of. I love you.

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