A Doctor should never tell me that I cannot do something.  That is like saying “Sick’em” to a dog.

A year ago this past Summer, I was training for my first Marathon.  This was the Mount Desert Island Marathon in Bar Harbor, Maine.   At this time, I was having some trouble with pain on the top of my left foot.  Seeing as training was just getting under way, I decided to see the Dr. and make sure that nothing major was going on.

The Doctor, a woman in her mid 60’s, took an x-ray.  She was unable to determine, at that time just what was the problem but told me that there was no way I would be able to run a Marathon with my foot the way it was.

Uh-huh.

I paid my bill and never looked back.

MFH and I flew into New England that October, we ran that race together and had a wonderful time!

Three weeks ago, I had need to go see this same Doctor again.  This time with a head injury.  Again, the same diagnosis of, “There is no way you can run this Marathon.”

Again, my response was, “Uh-huh.”  And again I paid my bill and have not looked back.

Granted, I have been a little bit easier on myself than I was a year ago.  A head injury is a little bit different than a sore foot, but I have done my darnedest to get back to some semblance of, well, me, so that I can run my Marathon in a couple of weeks.

Today, I pounded out a 21 miler.

Hey, YA!

Look out Chicago, I am ready!