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Day Seven. House clean. Garden tended. Kids happy.  Friends happy. Running shoes on. This week I have given the best of everything I have to give to the people around me, myself included.   

I have always said I would be a great personal trainer- for some one else.  I know it all.  The problem with [thinking] you know it all is you don't think the rules apply to you.  And after nine straight months of getting the red light from the medical team I suddenly without warning got the green.  I put all my knowledge of the human machine into action.  Powered by pent up frustration festering from the epic failure of last official run; the 10k mud run I had to finish in ketoacidosis, one step at a time coaxed on by the determination & loyalty of some one else.  I am not magically healed just better so I carefully set out an aggressive but reasonable path back to my running self.

"Go Dogs, Go!!! The light is green now!"

And just as quickly the line crossing started. "Go around again!"  I've done the daily math, on average I am working on a kcal deficit (sorry, I decided it was best to leave the exact number out: gross calories in - calories burned= net total).  It's a bit steep but pretty accurate considering in a little over 7 days I have dropped 5 lbs, doubled my distance, shaved time of my mile, and nailed a few more personal bench marks of increased strength.  Like I said I would make a great personal trainer: I can get results.  But here at the top of day seven the long run before me is a make or break moment.  I teetered between Crossfit and a long run for today, pushing a rest day out yet again.  I settled on the run because if you can't preform some of the rep's (face down on the ground in your own sweat unable to stand) you fail but on a run as long as I eventually come back I have succeeded, right?

I hope this run is long, hard, and hot.  And in the end I hope I come home more reasonable than I left. 

What we do belongs to what we are;

and what we are is what becomes of us.

~ Henry Van Dyke  

     Go, dogs. Go! ~P.D. Eastman