There’s not a lot that I’m scared of. Hell, I just jumped out of a plane a few weeks ago. But, one thing that makes me really nervous occurred on my way home from Denver today. I was behind this:
Call me irrational, call me an alarmist, but this whole thing makes me very uncomfortable. All the “what ifs” come to mind. What if that skimpy belt holding the porta potty on the truck broke thereby splashing watery brown contents onto me?
Fortunately, minutes after this was taken, the vehicle turned off the road. The driver probably had to use the bathroom. His bathroom. Come to think of it, this would be a great thing to bring along on a road trip. No searching out McDonald’s or rest stops. Just have your kid climb over the seat, out the back window, and into the john. Easy as that.
The good news is I can take pictures while I drive. The other good news is, the mountains look gorgeous today.
Thanks for continuing to ask about the injury and when I can burn the crutches.
I went to see Mr. Sport’s Medicine yesterday. He said two more weeks on the crutches. Damn him. He also said these magical words:
“My Christmas gift to you is that you will be running by January 1st.”
We reviewed the MRI and the area of the stress fracture. Hard to believe this little one inch spot is causing all this commotion. We talked a lot about Boston goals and he agreed that the mission is to get me to the start line healthy and ready/able to run. Better to be a bit undertrained than over trained or injured. I told him a PR was not going to be likely and he assured me few people PR on the Boston course just because it is such a tough course after the first six miles. Injury or not.
Not surprisingly, all of this gave me total piece of mind. I will heal, I will start running and training. I will not put pressure on myself in regards to pace, speed, or number of miles. My goals for Boston are simple: run pain free and complete the race. Then we’ll go from there.
Next week I have a bone scan and blood work to see if we can find out more about why I get these fractures.
Counting the days ‘til the new year (63 to be exact),