For those of you that haven't been following me on Twitter or Facebook, you may not know that I got hit by a truck while running on Thursday, January 22nd. A portion of my left elbow was sheered off and my triceps muscle was partially severed. I underwent surgery, which included two screws and fifteen staples.
That was three weeks ago. The staples are out and the doctor told me to start moving the arm slightly. I still can't bend it or extend it very far. However, the doctor gave me permission to run my fifth consecutive Myrtle Beach Marathon, which doesn't require me to bend or extend the arm.
I finished the race this morning and wanted to follow-up on my recent post (sometimes the music taunts you) about the songs I listen to while running.
I use an iPod Shuffle, so I don't program the order of the music. However, sometimes the songs are perfect and other times they are painful.
The last six miles of the marathon were directly into the wind and a cold driving rain. As I began this final section, The Foo Fighters mocked me with Long Road to Ruin. "Dear God, I've sealed my fate, running through hell, heaven can wait, long road to ruin . . . under the cold streetlights, no tomorrow, no dead end in sight." Not very uplifting.
This song was followed shortly by Jon McLaughlin's Beautiful Disaster. I think that is the perfect description of any marathon. Finishing a marathon is beautiful. Running a marathon is a disaster.
However, the best song of the day came at the 26-mile marker, when I had two-tenths of a mile to go and was entering the stadium. That is when I heard Stronger by Kanye West. "Now that that don't kill me, can only make me stronger, I need you to hurry up now, cause I can't wait much longer."
Kanye was right. The marathon didn't kill me but finishing it made me stronger. I needed to hurry up because I couldn't wait much longer to finish.
Good songs. Bad songs. Good race. Bad race. A beautiful disaster.










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