I Don't Know

I hesitated making this entry because I’m not in the right frame of mind to make it.  It’s not pleasant to read or experience firsthand but this is part of my journey, so here goes.  After a 5 hour training ride, I had developed an irritation in the perianal area that quickly festered into a full-blown infection.  The abscess daily swelled in size, causing an extreme amount of pressure and pain.  I couldn’t take it anymore and finally went to the ER.  After his examination, he decided not to drain it because of the risks involved.  That meant finding a specialist which took another two days.  You know it’s bad when you can impress the doctor.  After an uncomfortable examination and an excruciatingly painful procedure, he said, “Wow!  That was a lot of fluid.”

No kidding!  And the news kept getting worse.  “It could come back, I don’t know.  Getting back on your bike should be at least two weeks, I don’t know.  The anti-biotics might clear it up, I don’t know.”  After my follow-up visit, the doc said it was healing fine but I still feel a knot.  Could be that he didn’t get it all.  Could be another one forming.  Could be scar tissue.  I don’t know and it’s driving me crazy!  Again, no help from the medical expert who kept repeating, “Hey, there will be more triathlons in your life.”

 
IMAZ is only 5 weeks away and my friends keep trying to encourage me about the mental side of training and racing.  Unless this all turns into a health risk type of thing, I’m still planning on going to Arizona.  I may have to find a miniature donut to use on the bike.  I may have to walk the marathon like a duck.  Or God may have other plans entirely.  I don’t know.  That’s why I’m trying to be content with Jesus’ words, “Let tomorrow worry about itself, each day has enough trouble of its own.” (Matthew 6:34)