Spring is here and as I watch the days grow longer and the sun get stronger, I feel that all too familiar tug…
After injuring my knee on Everest, I ran the New York City Marathon because I promised Runner’s World that I would. It was the last marathon I’d ever run and I am glad I did it. For a while, I was still able to run, but gradually over time, it got too painful and I had to retire my running shoes. Running gave me so much joy…just being out there in nature…enjoying the sights, the smells…that special feeling when your legs cooperate and you feel like you’re flying.
I can’t express how wonderful it is to start your day with the your body buzzing from a great run. Spring was my favorite season. It’s not too hot or cold. Everything is turning a beautiful, majestic green and the air is filled with such wonderful smells. But, as they say, that was then, this is now. I knew I had to find another passion that got me outdoors experiencing nature. Gardening fulfills that need. Helen Hayes expresses the sentiment I feel now when spring approaches: “All through the long winter, I dream of my garden. On the first day of spring, I dig my fingers deep into the soft earth. I can feel its energy, and my spirits soar.”
As an anesthetist I have watched many people deal with injuries far worse than not being able to run, so instead of focusing on what I can’t do I focus on what I can. Every morning I race walk on the treadmill and do my strengthening routine. I’m grateful that I can still exercise and feel that buzz before I leave for a day’s work.