You stay alive. Yet it never ends. 35 years ago, today I was supposed to be dead. But here I am currently sitting behind a computer writing this to you, the reader. This would not be an ordinary death. No. Not one that anyone would like to talk about—your spouses, your family, your friends and so forth. This death would be filled with rage. I will say rage enough to take out Putin and all his armies at least. I still feel that today, deep down in the basement of my soul. That rage still moves me. Oh, I’ve gone to and gone through the best therapies. Yet it remains. Perhaps my business here is not done. I might be a conduit of some sort. Who knows. I thought this morning as I gently stretched after chores, hoping my pain would not entice me to withhold my desire to run. Yesterday’s run was brutal. I eeked out 1.31 miles in a 8:23 per mile pace feeling pain the whole way. Thank God, I decided not to work my way through a local ultra-marathon today. It would have been the race I’d treat...
Author Bio: Jody-Lynn Reicher, who started running in 1976, served in the U.S. Marines in the early 1980's. She went on to become a marathoner setting her sights on Olympic level running. After tragedy struck in 1991, she ended up having eight hours of surgery for hip graphing and spinal fusion surgery which diminished her goal of Olympic marathon racing. In 2001 she opted to start ultra-marathon running, since she'd lost the ability to run fast without cramping on her right side, even after nearly a decade of physical therapy. Since she was too pained to sit for long periods even after the surgery, she eventually changed her career from finance/accounting to provide massage therapy and bodywork for medical purposes. She was an ART certified since 1997 to 2017.. She dealt primarily with pain patients, and injured athletes in her therapy business. After her husband of over 36 years passed in 2020, she focused on getting their daughters into ...