“I’m not alone, of course. In fact, I would be willing to bet that there is not one of you reading this blog right now who hasn’t done the same thing in your own life. . . . I bet you’ve struggled really hard to overcome something, and during that struggle you’ve really hurt—physically, mentally, or emotionally.”
- Peter Attia, M.D., The Eating Academy: “My Pet Peeve”
It’s funny how easy we forget. In fact, I thought I lived a pretty boring life until I looked back through my blog, which made me realize how magical my life has really been. My magical world began when I first moved to Marquette in 2003, but it was my move to Houghton in 2006 that really shaped who I am today.
I had a difficult time thinking about what I’ve done—what I’ve overcome—that really hurt physically, mentally, or emotionally. At first, I didn’t think I had done anything, but then I realized that I ran two marathons—the first being a cold, windy, rainy event in Dublin, Ireland while I was really sick, the second being the Chicago Marathon on a beautiful day plagued by IT band syndrome. I completed both of those races in spite of significant physical and mental pain.
While I thought about this yesterday, I couldn’t think of anything beyond those two marathons; but, this morning, I recall the Copper Harbor Fat Tire Festival. Every time I did that race, it took all that I had. The 28-mile Ore to Shore course was much easier than the 13-mile (or whatever it was) Copper Harbor course. Although, I think the most difficult race I’ve ever done is my last attempt of the Keweenaw Chain Drive—that was massive climbing pain.
Now that I think of it, if you’re reading my blog, you’ve most likely put yourself in the same situation: struggling really hard to overcome something.