If someone had told me years ago that at the age of 45; I would start competing in marathons and triathlons, I would have wholeheartedly denied the thought. It started with a dislike of where I was heading. I had become increasingly sedentary and although I was the same size, my shape was changing quickly and nothing fit well. That is when it all started.
I had spent years going to appointments several times a week, administering endless injections, temping, charting, and taking my medication at the exact minute my doctors instructed in order to optimize our chances. Fertility treatments had become a full-time job, in addition to my actual full-time job, and raising my daughter...
At 33 years old, I was picking out my husband’s casket and looking for a burial plot. Needing to sort out my feelings and release all the anger and hurt that was bottled up, running became my outlet. I needed alone time for the earlier years to help with my healing process, but I now needed the friendships that went with group running/training for my marathon.
Have you gone a day without relying on sight? Sounds easy until you try. What about competing in an entire triathlon with your eyes closed? The following is my experience as a race guide for my visually impaired friend, Kathy.