I started searching my old paper running logs for a few things: my past yearly mileage totals, my modified Daniels plan, and my first marathon training times at Kiawah in 1991. On November 18, 2007, after many prior entries about my sore ankle I wrote: "unable to run." It was my epitaph as a runner. My entries afterward were spotty, about treadmill walks and short jogs, cycling, but mostly there are blank pages. Lots and lots of blank pages.
What stopped me for a while was what I had written on the back cover from my 2006 log while still an able-bodied runner. It was from a book my wife Jennifer had given to me, and it is this:
"Now I will turn the miracle into routine. The amazing will be seen every day."
Now, 4 years later, this amputee runner is living in that future. I know there are no guarantees in life and every day is a gift, but I feel - I know - I have a destiny to fulfill. I think about it every day. Were I not to make the starting line I would still be there. Nothing can stop me now.
Not a missing foot. Nothing.
P.S. I have finally named my bike after a couple of years of being "My Bike." Jennfer and I road 10 miles last Sunday and the name came to me as I dismounted at the end: Richard Parker or "RP." Yep, perfect.