And how biking changed it.
I found this today, at the bottom of a drawer. I wrote it August 12, 1999, about the chronic pain of endometriosis:
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Today it drifts in,
flakes of red dust
hardly noticable
in the air.
Settles in my pelvis,
lining concavities
of bone and muscle,
sifting over scars,
ropey connections
of organ to organ.
Silt packing joined places,
obliterating the terrain.
Red as ore, heavy as lead,
persistence of pain.
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I lived with that pain since I was 15. Little did I dream that almost exactly 4 years later, on August 10, 2003, I would start and finish my first triathlon. I know there are many stories on this board alone of triumph over pain and suffering. It's good to remember how far I've come! :D L.
