Resurrecting a dead (Published september 27, 2024)
Races this week.
Don't be scared, I'm referring to this blog, the last entry was on May 29, 2016.
I couldn't explain why I stopped writing it, it was something I liked to do every week, I just forgot about it for no reason. But I have decided to rescue it and write at least once a week.
About what?
Well, just like before the ramblings that arise every time I run, which are many and, over the years, they increase.
My bullfighting activity these last two years has been complicated. Last year, around July, I had to interrupt it, a little scare, I was diagnosed with lung cancer.
Little scare?
No, it was a good scare, but in the end it ended up being that, everything ended up being atypical pneumonia.
But between studies, analysis, trips to Hermosillo, to the Dr., and worries I stopped running. When I found out that it was not cancer and that I was already healthy, it was already tough to prepare for the San Carlos-Guaymas 2023 half-marathon, so after many years I did not run at least a half-marathon.
This year everything was going well, I was not ready for the Guaymas Half Marathon in April, but I maintained a good racing pace and by May I was running 15 km on Fridays.
On June 2 there was a sudden change, I am not referring to the elections, I think a victory for Claudia Sheinbaum was to be expected, probably not so clear, but it was not a surprise. The change was that while all of Mexico was waiting for the results of the elections, I found myself in the emergency room at San José with my right shoulder dislocated.
I won't give a long story about the process to settle my shoulder. After several attempts, the Dr. decided it was best to sedate me. He did so and the shoulder stayed in place. When he came out to explain to Rebeca what had happened, he told her that the only thing that the sedated me had said was to tell her that she had to eat the hummingbirds. Rebeca explained that when I tripped, dislocating my shoulder, I was putting out their feeders for the hummingbirds.
Between two weeks with my shoulder immobilized and another two weeks that, due to medical orders, I could not run, all of June was lost.
For those not from Guaymas, I cannot explain what it is like to try to run again in July. Running in July and August is very hard, very hot and, above all, extreme humidity. If you add a month without running, then worse. So I started with 5 km, very hard, and just last week I started to increase the distance.
I have not yet fully recovered the mobility of my shoulder and I have some discomfort, but the Dr. made me see that at my age recovery would take time, but with what I have recovered I already lead a normal life using my right arm.
Well, let's say that this entry was a background entry, starting next week I will start with the ramblings, which have been good.
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