No more mud runs?

So I went for my second Post Op visit with my surgeon Dr. Gelnar. I love him. He is one of the nicest people I have ever met. He did however, break my heart yesterday. No mud runs for at least six months, maybe even up to a year! I very nearly threw up in my mouth. Six months to a YEAR! I was devastated and I won't lie, a few tears were shed. This always seems to happen to me. I'm on a roll, motivated and working towards a goal and the BAM! Sidelined. What really stinks is I am already signed up for 2 more mud runs. Conquer the Gauntlet on August 25th to and MudFactor on October 13th. I am desperately clinging to hope that I will be healed enough to compete in the latter.

I have permission to walk and even jog a little but Dr. Gelnar really wants me to wait on that and so I will. He knows what he is talking about and I trust him entirely. He gave me hope that in a few more weeks I will be able to resume running so there is a light at the end of the tunnel but I may have to change the name of my blog. :)

So for now I will fight on because I believe that is what I am. A fighter. And in the words of the Gym Class Hero's...

Until the referee rings the bell
Until both your eyes start to swell
Until the crowd goes home
What we gonna do ya'll?


Give em hell, turn their heads
Gonna live life 'til we're dead.
Give me scars, give me pain
Then they'll say to me, say to me, say to me
There goes the fighter, there goes the fighter
Here comes the fighter
That's what they'll say to me, say to me, say to me,
This one's a fighter