It's been a couple of weeks since my last blog post and I must admit my attention has been turned to things other than medicine as of late. If you've read this blog in the past you may recall previous posts concerning my impending burn out, mid-life crisis over turning 40 at the end of the year, and my struggle to find a hobby/interest outside of job and family. I think I've found a way to at least temporarily ease me through some of these existential life struggles--the Country Doctor is going to run a marathon.
My lunchtime runs through town have been a regular event for over a year now and I've logged some fairly significant miles during this time. My endurance has built up enough where I was able to run a half marathon in a fairly respectable time a few weeks ago and I'm currently preparing for another toward the end of the month.
Then there's the marathon. There's something mystical about the 26.2 mile race perhaps starting with its 2500 year old history. A marathon is at once a mental and physical challenge of one's endurance. If one is going to achieve the goal at the end there must be an appreciation of the journey in order reach the distance. I don't know how many times I've told patients they need to pace themselves and consider life's challenges to be like a marathon and not a sprint.
October 17th in Long Beach, some five weeks before my 40th, I've decided to make my first attempt at the magical run. Between now and then I certainly plan on continuing to post on being a doctor in my small town, but please indulge me if every now and then I run off on a tangent about, well, running.