Bobby Hopkin's Story
In October 2016, I underwent ACL, meniscus, and micro-fracture surgery on my right knee. In the few years leading up to the "Hide and Seek Incident", running had become and ingrained part of my life. I ran everything from 5k races to 100-mile ultra races. One day in October 2016 marked, what I thought would be, the end of my relationship with running. I knew that my knee would be physically able to handle running again after rehab. However, my habits had changed. I started to feel sort of sorry for myself. I resigned to a more sedentary lifestyle. I told myself that I'd find a low-impact outlet to help me stay in shape. Before long, I wasn't really doing much of anything. During my running days, I had cut down to about 200 lbs from 280 lbs. A few months out from surgery and I was back up to 280 lbs. Maybe this was the new me. It's just a number, right? However, it wasn't just a number. I started feeling slow and sluggish all the time. My blood pressure was high and I needed medication to keep it at a bearable level. For me, a sedentary lifestyle, absent of running, was killing me.
My oldest step-daughter, Corban, was there on the day I hurt my knee. She's going into middle school this year. The newest love of her life is my old love, running. Corban is going to be on her school's cross country team. She runs twice a day (we make her split up run sessions so she doesn't overdo it) and competes with her future team via Strava. Watching her do something she loves, and something I used to love, is inspiring to me. One day she'll run with Skechers. The next day she'll run with Chacos. She isn't picky and never complains. She doesn't know about cadence, breathing tricks, Good Form Running, or the latest technical fabrics. She will learn about those things when she gets started with her cross country team. I'll share anything I know when she asks. However, right now only one thing matters most: she loves running.
It is now July 2017, a year after my initial knee injury, and I've fallen in love with running again. I didn't go out and buy the newest pair of Altras (my shoe of choice) or slick looking shorts. I found something that fit and started running with Corban. I've been inspired just by watching her do something that she loves to do. My health is taking a positive turn. I'm slowly building up to faster and longer runs. My knee is feeling better and I'm emotionally more stable. My kid saved my life with running. It didn't take coercion or persuasion. Her love for running is infectious.
I want the very best for Corban. If she moves on from running to find another love, then I'll support her newfound passions.For me, I'll stick with running.