It's been a long time, since you've been gone. Lyrics from an artist I don't know and probably don't even like...for some reason they are in my head.
In August (8/12 to be exact), I broke my foot. It came suddenly, quickly, and painfully. Mile 5, I felt great. Mile 6, my foot ached a bit. Mile 7, I stopped. Mile 7.01, two steps later, an audible "pop". 30 minutes later, after nearly defecating myself, I limped inside my house and erased the past several months of hard work.
Enough of the boring details...at least for now. I have been cross-training on the bike and in the pool. Something about October and the Ironman World Championships always does that to me. Do triathlon. Do triathlon. Then I get healthy, and back to running. Well, I started running this week...slowly, but not painfully.
I will do better about keeping a log. I will do better with writing well, and with a more artistic approach. This entry is to get me back into the car. The key is turned. Now, where is the damn map.
M
