2002 was the year I trained to run in the Boston Marathon. With half marathon times of a little under two hours I felt ready to at least finish the great race. Suddenly, on April fools day of that year I had a serious injury on stage during a performance of The Three Musketeers in Chicago. In a fight scene where I played the hero, (D’Artagnon) I received an actual punch from the villian (Rochfort). I managed to break all three bones in my right cheek in the fist fight sequence that followed a very enjoyable sword fight. I received a level three concussion and had the pleasure of having an ambulance greet me backstage at the conclusion of the show.
As far as injuries I’ve incurred it was about the best. In fact, after being released from the hospital I was rushed back again after getting air pockets under my eye from the release of air through the cheek bone into my skin. A pretty site resembling a baseball on top of an already black eye. By the time I got back to the East Coast I was fortunate to be at least through the worst of the ordeal (luckily the injury happened at the very end of our two month tour).
About two weeks later I was getting anxious at the midway point of the Boston Marathon and decided I had to join the fun. Standing with loved ones on the side lines I handed over my loose belongings (including a sweathshirt and wallet). I had to run. A couldn’t let an untimed setback keep me from at least being somewhat involved in the greatest Marathon on Earth. In the end it was a good move because my body was extremely rested in some ways and I ran very steady into town in well under two hours.
I ran as a scab and only halfway but it represented a huge milestone in my recovery. I could actually still feel the bones rattling at some point during every mile but had one of the most enjoyable experiences of my life.