Swimming hurt. Biking hurt. Running really hurt. But I was determined. PT continued. Swimming hurt less. Biking hurt less. Running was still kicking my ass. But I was determined. My legs and arms got stronger. I was losing weight again. Running still hurt. But I was determined.
It got nicer outside, as it tends to do after winter is over, and I was finally able to train outside again. Running, I knew, was going to be my even weaker discipline. The swimming? I was getting back into racing shape. The biking? I was getting into better racing shape than pre-surgery. The running? Pathetic. I had always done a run/walk situation in races, and now I had to train this way. I started at run a minute, walk a minute. Then it became run two, walk one. This gradually increased, as did distance. My speed was getting better. Very, very slowly. But I was consistent. There were a few setbacks, pain returning, extra days off, not being able to go as far or as long as I wanted. But I was determined. Chicago was imminent, and Superfrog was not long after that. There was no way I wasn't going to be finish these. I. Was. Determined.
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