Life is predictably busy these days. What can you expect when you spearhead initiatives that take time and effort to create change in the world. Two things are certain, it is important work, and responsibility is a lot of responsibility.
I’m working with a running coach for the first time in my adult life and I ain’t no spring chicken. It’s going incredibly well and I am already seeing excellent gains. Travis Brown from Personal Peak has got me focusing on ugly, dirty speed frequenting zone 5 as often as possible. As much as I loath this, my system and running economy is growing leaps and bounds. My L5-S1 disc issues from this summer are well in the rear view mirror. Besides having a seperate low back muscle spasm from shovelling snow a month ago, the low back has been 100% – turns out we all should be doing what our physiotherapists tell us and doing the exercises religiously.
The Proctor family has been good but typically busy juggling children’s activities, parenting, work schedules, running schedules, philanthropic duties, and other normal life stuff. Heaven forbid we have some extra time on our hands. Sam has been in good health and has not had a relapse in quite some time, instead we focus on his day to day mobility and confidence building needs.
We are super excited to be working with a huge group of Outrun Rare volunteers. So many exciting things in the works: Outrunner ambassador program, Outrun Backyard Ultra, and the Calgary Marathon Charity Challenge and this little side project; a Guinness World Record attempt 100 miles in 12 hours on a TREADMILL .
We are working closely with the Rare Disease Foundation discussing how we can work best together to serve rare families across Canada. I’m so jazzed about this; it’s a game changer for both moving forward, more details coming soon.
The past two months have been hectic with transitioning my massage practice but the process is almost complete. Admittedly, I have not given this as much attention as it needs given other things that are going on.
The more time that’s passed since this past summer, the more I miss the minotony and simple life of running the TransCanada highway.
Wake up. Eat. Run. Eat. Sleep. Repeat.
The asphalt is calling my name.
Life can be so simple but for now it is nothing but.