Rewind to July 16, 2011. I believe I was in San Francisco at the Google Geo Summit, and I was stylin' and profilin' looking pretty sexy with my peg leg. I was 2-3 weeks with my boot, looking forward to when I could walk without sounding like a creeper in a B horror flick.
On July 26 and still a creeper, I met with Kelly to go over my "come-back" plan. "Kelly, I'm supposed to run a 10K in September, but I don't know how realistic that is." With neither of us really knowing, there it was on my calendar for September 17. 5K or 10K. On August 1st, I ditched the peg leg and started my way back to the gym, but according to Frank (the doc), still no running for 3-4 more weeks. September 17 seemed far away, yet it was around the corner.
On August 21, I hit the track. Now, 4 weeks and 38.5 slow miles later, it's almost tomorrow, September 17.
Tomorrow. September 17. Run for Green. Time to get excited!
Tomorrow. It's you and me, Mr. Road. 7:40 a.m. I got your 6.2m. You can try to stop me, but I'm coming after you and you're goin' down.