Sunday, October 18, 2015

Drive.  It’s the only word I can come up with to describe the absolute insanity; no, stupidity of today.  I’m one week away from the Marine Corps Marathon and I decided it was a good idea to skate three hockey games today.  The first game was a college game, followed by a middle school game and finally an adult A-league game.  I spent the better part of six hours on the ice today beating the crap out of my feet and putting myself at risk and in harm’s way.

As much as I hate to admit it, I thought all day yesterday and this morning about how dumb it was to go and skate those games.  After 15 weeks of training to put myself in the position I’m in to be able to complete my 10th marathon, injury is always a possibility when you’re on the ice.  Especially when you’re doing higher level games.  Not that I would classify Georgetown vs. Salisbury University as “high level,” but it’s still faster than a peewee game with much more movement and bigger bodies on the ice.  Truthfully, when I’m skating games I never think about injury, because you just go about your business.  But when I have so much riding on next Sunday I really went into today a little tentative and hoping I would come out on the other side unscathed.  So how did it go today?  All in all, other than some sore feet, which should really be a non-issue I would say I only had two close calls all day.  One puck fired off the glass that successfully ducked and one that was thrown hard down the boards that caught my in the skate, but was along the ice so it only rattled my blade.  It scared me a little because I never saw it, but those things happen all the time.  The last thing I needed was to break my foot, or blow out my knee today.  Injuries that I have suffered and known others to suffer.  I am happy to report that I’m glad today is over.

It made me ponder the question though.  Why?  The only thing I can come up with is drive.  It is the drive that I have to continue to push myself at the things I choose to do because I love them.  If I’m being completely honest I questioned how much I loved what I was doing today, but as I’ve already mentioned, I was skating tentatively.  My heart probably wasn’t 100% into what I was doing today.  You go through those ebbs and flows over the course of a season.  I won’t put too much on it for now.  I’ll get through the marathon and see how November treats me before I make any drastic decisions.  But back to drive.  I am driven.  Plain and simple.  I’m driven to do my best and to try and be the best at whatever I am doing.  I’ve always had it in me.  Some people think it’s crazy.  I think it’s crazy.  But it is who I am.  It’s that same drive that will push me at some point a week from now, to finish what I started and to get myself across the finish line.  So I guess you could say that it’s the drive in me that is both my blessing and my curse.

Run on…

Less than a week to go...

Less than a week to go…

First of many checks of the forecast this week...

First of many checks of the forecast this week…