Saying goodbye to the marathon
I still have no idea whats going on with my heart for now. My cardiologist was scrupulously vague about the possibilities, but here's what I did understand. A lot more impending tests. No marathon. No running. No gym. No activity. He suggested walking, slowly, with a helmet, in a group. I don't know that I am mourning the loss of repeatedly running obnoxously long distances; I've discovered that I'm not that athletic (as if that were really in question before). I do, however, hate that I have to quit so close to the end. It's not even a good story; "I once ran 14 miles", is a stupid anecdote. "I once ran a marathon", is what I was going for. To the 14 mile story, even I would reply with "what idiot wants to run 14 miles for nothing?", there's just no glory in 14 miles.