I spent quite a few years (most of my adult life) not taking care of myself properly. That is not to say I didn’t exercise, actually quite the opposite, I drove myself harder than I should have, much harder. I pushed through numerous injuries, I didn’t listen to physical therapists, I blew off treatment.
In 2016 it caught up with me. Like screeching halt, smashing into a brick wall, full stop. I had no choice but to go through a couple of corrective surgeries, a long period of physical therapy and I spent almost an entire year off the bike, not running, not lifting, and not even swimming. 2018 was the year that followed. I had the last surgery in April, and after a very careful year of therapy and strenghtening, I managed a little more than 700 miles on the bike, and the first runs I’v been able to do since 2016. I am very cautiously optimistic for 2019.