just for the simple fact that they love OCRs have a
bond as close as a family does. And it was soon after
I joined this group that I got to know those bonds
well.
A couple weeks later I got to meet even more
MRFers during the Super Spartan that was also held
down here in Miami. Prior to the race starting who
did I happen to bump into other than the man, the
myth, the legend; Damion! We got on the shuttle
together that took us over to the race site and just
struck up a conversation like we were friends that
hadn’t seen each other in a long while. And just like
that, I went in, conquered the Super Spartan and
just loved the feeling I had in my gut after crossing
the finish line. I was muddy, bruised, and had the
biggest smile on my face. But again, the time I hung
out post race with the team was short lived because I
was still dealing with my post surgery recovery and
my body still hadn’t adjusted to the new dosage of
synthroid I had been taking. For the simple fact that
I had no thyroid anymore, my dosage more than
doubled and it took my body a little longer to adjust
than it had before. The one thing I did remember
post race though was how everyone was introducing
themselves to me, laughing and just having an all
around good time. It was honestly like a family gettogether, except everyone was covered in mud. Most
people in the group went to run the course again,
and at that time since I was still new to the OCR
scene, I thought they were nuts! As I was saying my
goodbyes, people were upset I was leaving early,
but I told them my situation and they understood.
I actually lied, I told them that I just wasn’t feeling
well and that I was going to go home. I didn’t want
to reveal that I had gone through surgery, or was
going through treatment or anything like that. If
there is one thing I hate, it’s pity, and I felt if I had
revealed that about me that all I would get is pitied
by all the new faces that I had met that day. As I
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