One year ago today, it was the Friday before the Boston Marathon. Instead of getting on my plane en route to the race I had trained so hard for, I wrote this blog post:
One year ago today, I received a phone call from my doctor saying they found a 10cm “complex mass” in my lower abdomen. I remember exactly where I was sitting when I got the call. I remember keeping it together on the phone, making sure to write down the when/where for my emergency surgical consult. But then I remember hanging up, and sobbing my eyes out.
It felt like I got hit by a train. I knew something was wrong with my insides while I went to all the different doctor appointments over the week prior, but didn’t think it was anything serious. I didn’t think it would would warrant surgery. Much less emergency surgery.
I remember leaving the surgical consult, standing in the hot sun talking to my dad on the phone in the hospital parking lot. I remember hearing myself tell him not to fly out yet, because I still wanted to fly to Boston that day. But we both knew I wasn’t going to get on that plane.
I’m overcome with a lot of emotions, thinking back on this day one year ago. But mostly, I’m thankful that the surgery went well. It wasn’t cancer. And I was able to get back to my normal life – including running – within just a few weeks.
The scars on my abs remind me of this day, one year ago, and how the Boston Marathon will always mean something different to me. It will be the race I blissfully qualified for, heartbreakingly missed, but worked hard and re-qualified for 1.5 years later. Boston 2013 will be the Boston 2011 experience I missed. And I look forward to that weekend with joy.
Good luck to all those racing this Monday. I’ll be cheering for you extra loud, just like last year, from Colorado :)