'Bout a year ago, My long time favorite team, the Philadelphia Flyers, tortured me by not only leaving their playoff hopes riding on the last game of the season - they got their victory in a shoot out (I. DETEST. the shoot out). This year, they were coasting into the last month of the season with an awesome record. All they really needed to do was play a respectable final month, and they would in fact practically be assured home ice advantage through and possibly IN the finals, should they go that far.
Instead, they crapped all over the place, losing games they should have won (I consider a shoot out loss, a LOSS, not a tie, as it's recorded in the standings - just one of the many reasons I DETEST the shootout) and generally looking like a bunch of people who just wanted the season to be over. A sentiment in which, frankly, I joined them, because trying to watch them play was downright nauseating. So now they're in the playoffs and are only guaranteed home ice for two rounds, should they wake the fuck up and make it that far, and I'm in a surly mood. I guess it shows that I care - if I didn't, I'd be indifferent rather than agitated - but that's not much consolation. Still, it was good to get that off my chest.
Today was another run of 9+ miles; fortunately it seems to have gone better than last week's. That leaves me pretty optimistic about Mt. Penn, but that'll be a test in and of itself; we'll see how the hip likes all that crazy terrain. At least I'll have real trail shoes this time out, so hopefully no bloody ripped off calluses at the end due to excessive shoe movement. In other exciting news, I finish up the first phase of NROL/Abs this week, and plan to do the workouts on a M - F schedule, subbing in a run on Wednesday instead of the lifting, mostly just because I can. Heh. The following week will be a short lifting week, too, as I'll probably make Friday (day before the race) a total rest day. I've enjoyed Phase I, but as usual am looking forward to moving on to the next phase.
Speaking of which, Phase 2 comes in two sizes: regular and extra strength. Right now, I'm being optimistic about my running prospects (meaning that post-15K, I'll start looking at a trail half) and am just planning to do the regular option. This is subject to reevaluation post-race, of course. I frankly am liking this program well enough that I can see myself doing it again, and at that point I may be in a situation that favors the extra strength option (which really just amounts to four extra sets of a heavy strength move, but it's probably a good extra 8 - 10 minutes per workout, and taxing minutes, at that - great if it fits your overall plan, not necessarily great if it doesn't).
We had a grand opening party at the dojo last night. We've actually been in the new location since December, but it's spring, more people are out and about, and it seemed like a good idea to have a party. The place has really taken off, which I knew it would, given its location. We now have some sort of classes every day of the week, with more stuff coming. We have a pretty cool guy coming in to offer bootcamp classes. I talked to him at length last night. He has a BS in ex. science and is now a CSCS, and has some very interesting sub specialities. He's going to take the RKC course soon, so obviously we talked kettlebells for a while. His classes don't fit my schedule at all, but it's cool to have him around. I definitely plan to pick his brain whenever I can!
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Friday, April 8, 2011
Rainy Friday
During my time off running, I started doing a lot of walking. I tend to go out later in the afternoon and tool around, listening to a podcast or two. I've really been enjoying some stuff I pulled (free!) off iTunesU; right now I have a series going on Autism, and another on American history. Anyway... at first the walks were basically just to keep me from going stir crazy, as I can get really batshit crazy when I don't get in enough activity, but they have evolved into their own little enjoyable thing, a sort of bonus land, if you will, and despite having put in a morning workout at the dojo AND having hit the gym, I am missing my walk right now. I do have some great raingear, but I think perhaps it might not be a bad idea to give things a break for a day.
I'm still feeling ambivalent about running on this hip. I AM stiffer than I'd like to be, stiffer than normal for me. And come to think of it - it's possible that all the walking, on top of the resumption of normal activities, isn't helping matters... which kind of sucks.
But - my topic du jour is something that has been on my mind for a while, and that is my state's IDIOTIC pedestrian crossing law. The law, which seems simple enough, states that cars must stop for pedestrians in a crosswalk, including, apparently, invisible crosswalks. As a runner and frequent pedestrian, I am all for not getting hit by a car, so in principle, I am all for this law. However, it seems to have bred some incredibly stupid behaviour on the part of both drivers and pedestrians alike.
My personal view of crossing the road breaks down very simply. In the pedestrian vs. car equation - if the two collide, the result will nearly inevitably be, Car - 1, Pedestrian - 0. That simple equation underlies all of my dealings with roadways and cars. I don't assume a driver is going to do anything; I act on what they actually do in a manner I believe will best preserve my own ass, period. I don't assume they will stop at lights, stop signs, or even the holy crosswalk. However, some people apparently DO expect cars to stop at crosswalks, even if they (the pedestrian) are essentially walking out into traffic. Hello?
And then there are the cars that stop for pedestrians, even if they DO have the right of way. Yesterday morning I was walking to the train to go to school. I cross one road that has a traffic light. When I got there, my direction had a red light, so I stood waiting by the curb to cross at the appropriate time. Well, some GENIUS driving through the intersection stopped to let me go, despite the fact that he had a green light. He's lucky no one rear ended him.
I don't really blame drivers for any of this; I blame "officials" who seem to give conflicting information as to how the law is to be enforced, right down to where a crosswalk officially begins. So I try my best, as a PEDESTRIAN, not to confuse drivers, but some of them still like to stop when I'm on the freaking SIDE WALK waiting for a safe time to cross. Never mind that, as alluded to above, some officials imply that a crosswalk de facto exists wherever a pedestrian is trying to cross a road; I have seen drivers do what I consider really, really stupid and unsafe things in the name of trying to comply with a set of nebulous guidelines. (I say that, because I presume the law is pretty explicit, but I've never SEEN the actual law, I've just heard media discussion about it, and I assume most people are in the same boat.)
So, I'll continue to operate under my Guiding Principle (thou art responsible for thine own ass)and who knows - maybe one day there will be Clarity for All on this issue.
I'm still feeling ambivalent about running on this hip. I AM stiffer than I'd like to be, stiffer than normal for me. And come to think of it - it's possible that all the walking, on top of the resumption of normal activities, isn't helping matters... which kind of sucks.
But - my topic du jour is something that has been on my mind for a while, and that is my state's IDIOTIC pedestrian crossing law. The law, which seems simple enough, states that cars must stop for pedestrians in a crosswalk, including, apparently, invisible crosswalks. As a runner and frequent pedestrian, I am all for not getting hit by a car, so in principle, I am all for this law. However, it seems to have bred some incredibly stupid behaviour on the part of both drivers and pedestrians alike.
My personal view of crossing the road breaks down very simply. In the pedestrian vs. car equation - if the two collide, the result will nearly inevitably be, Car - 1, Pedestrian - 0. That simple equation underlies all of my dealings with roadways and cars. I don't assume a driver is going to do anything; I act on what they actually do in a manner I believe will best preserve my own ass, period. I don't assume they will stop at lights, stop signs, or even the holy crosswalk. However, some people apparently DO expect cars to stop at crosswalks, even if they (the pedestrian) are essentially walking out into traffic. Hello?
And then there are the cars that stop for pedestrians, even if they DO have the right of way. Yesterday morning I was walking to the train to go to school. I cross one road that has a traffic light. When I got there, my direction had a red light, so I stood waiting by the curb to cross at the appropriate time. Well, some GENIUS driving through the intersection stopped to let me go, despite the fact that he had a green light. He's lucky no one rear ended him.
I don't really blame drivers for any of this; I blame "officials" who seem to give conflicting information as to how the law is to be enforced, right down to where a crosswalk officially begins. So I try my best, as a PEDESTRIAN, not to confuse drivers, but some of them still like to stop when I'm on the freaking SIDE WALK waiting for a safe time to cross. Never mind that, as alluded to above, some officials imply that a crosswalk de facto exists wherever a pedestrian is trying to cross a road; I have seen drivers do what I consider really, really stupid and unsafe things in the name of trying to comply with a set of nebulous guidelines. (I say that, because I presume the law is pretty explicit, but I've never SEEN the actual law, I've just heard media discussion about it, and I assume most people are in the same boat.)
So, I'll continue to operate under my Guiding Principle (thou art responsible for thine own ass)and who knows - maybe one day there will be Clarity for All on this issue.
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Sorta back
Argh. Lots to say, not much time at the moment. Seems that's been a bit of an issue lately!
I'm still alive, & have lots on my mind. I find in a way that STOPS me from starting a post, as I don't know that I'll ever get through it all. Of course I get through nothing if I post nothing... so briefly -
I've been running again for about three weeks, now. It was all going pretty well until Sunday, when I churned out my longest run since restarting. Felt fine during the run, but as soon as I stopped, I could tell the IT band wasn't happy. It did the same thing today: fine during the run, stiff almost immediately afterwards. I'm wondering if karate is a good idea tonight. For the most part it doesn't bother me there, so I'm leaning toward yes, but I'm not really thrilled about this setback and am back to questioning my immediate running future. The plan since I restarted has been to do the trail 15K and take things from there. If this gets no worse, that will still be the plan. But somehow, I'm not betting on it not getting worse, which is kind of a bummer.
Oh well. I'll ramble more about this tomorrow!
I'm still alive, & have lots on my mind. I find in a way that STOPS me from starting a post, as I don't know that I'll ever get through it all. Of course I get through nothing if I post nothing... so briefly -
I've been running again for about three weeks, now. It was all going pretty well until Sunday, when I churned out my longest run since restarting. Felt fine during the run, but as soon as I stopped, I could tell the IT band wasn't happy. It did the same thing today: fine during the run, stiff almost immediately afterwards. I'm wondering if karate is a good idea tonight. For the most part it doesn't bother me there, so I'm leaning toward yes, but I'm not really thrilled about this setback and am back to questioning my immediate running future. The plan since I restarted has been to do the trail 15K and take things from there. If this gets no worse, that will still be the plan. But somehow, I'm not betting on it not getting worse, which is kind of a bummer.
Oh well. I'll ramble more about this tomorrow!
Sunday, March 20, 2011
GRE Eve
I am not a basketball fan. While I don't actively DIS like it, I'm happy to ignore it, and it's generally an easy thing to do EXCEPT in March, when it seems like half of what is on at any given time is basketball. Jeezy creezy. I mean, I love sports; generally I'd rather watch sports than just about anything else, but for me, basketball does not count. (Nor does NASCAR.)
Normally I'd just shrug this off and read, but with the GREs tomorrow, I could use some mindless diversion, and reruns and roundball aren't cutting it. I honestly haven't thought much about them until today. They're not the kind of test I can imagine doing prep for, although I had intended to. However, one quick glance over the types of questions asked pretty much lead me to believe there isn't really a WAY to study for these exams, any more than there was a way to study for the SATs. Sure, you could strategy prep, I guess, but studying for ways to outsmart a standardized test REALLY doesn't seem to me to be a good use of anyone's time, unless one is hell bent on getting a perfect score. Which I am not. I'm not even sure what a perfect score IS; I see conflicting information as to how the tests are scored and of what is considered a good score. Honestly? It will be what it will be. I've always scored in an upper percentile on these kinds of tests so I don't think worrying about it is going to change much.
But what DID give me the whole elevator dropping out from under the stomach feel was going back to various school websites and looking for school codes (so I could have my scores sent to them), and reviewing the admissions packages. Scared me to DEATH. I mean, there's nothing there that I hadn't read before; it's just nearer term now and hence a lot more meaningful. With all my planned coursework done, I will be able to actually start putting packages together for really reals in May, and I probably should so the shock factor can hit me early and then start to ebb by the time I have to submit them (which will be in the fall; dates range from September to November, depending on the school).
Enough of that! Today was a bit of a banner day for me, as I did my first real run since that disastrous day three weeks ago when I basically broke down on the trail and had to limp home. Did a little shy of six miles at a relaxed pace, and foam rollered the hell out of my legs when I got home. It all went very well, and hopefully I'll wake up tomorrow with nothing more serious than a little stiffness. I plan to run on my usual days this week, but keep the mileage down, and see how it all goes; fingers crossed, I'll just keep increasing the mileage gradually and SHOULD be OK for Mt. Penn. Which may not be pretty, but who cares?
What happens after that is anyone's guess. I'd like to assume things will continue to get better at this fairly linear pace, and I'll do the year more or less as planned (ultra in the fall, couple of intermediate distance between now and then), but I want to see how this acts before I think that far ahead. Anything other than complete recovery says I really need to rethink that plan so I can still be running 20, 30 years from now.
Normally I'd just shrug this off and read, but with the GREs tomorrow, I could use some mindless diversion, and reruns and roundball aren't cutting it. I honestly haven't thought much about them until today. They're not the kind of test I can imagine doing prep for, although I had intended to. However, one quick glance over the types of questions asked pretty much lead me to believe there isn't really a WAY to study for these exams, any more than there was a way to study for the SATs. Sure, you could strategy prep, I guess, but studying for ways to outsmart a standardized test REALLY doesn't seem to me to be a good use of anyone's time, unless one is hell bent on getting a perfect score. Which I am not. I'm not even sure what a perfect score IS; I see conflicting information as to how the tests are scored and of what is considered a good score. Honestly? It will be what it will be. I've always scored in an upper percentile on these kinds of tests so I don't think worrying about it is going to change much.
But what DID give me the whole elevator dropping out from under the stomach feel was going back to various school websites and looking for school codes (so I could have my scores sent to them), and reviewing the admissions packages. Scared me to DEATH. I mean, there's nothing there that I hadn't read before; it's just nearer term now and hence a lot more meaningful. With all my planned coursework done, I will be able to actually start putting packages together for really reals in May, and I probably should so the shock factor can hit me early and then start to ebb by the time I have to submit them (which will be in the fall; dates range from September to November, depending on the school).
Enough of that! Today was a bit of a banner day for me, as I did my first real run since that disastrous day three weeks ago when I basically broke down on the trail and had to limp home. Did a little shy of six miles at a relaxed pace, and foam rollered the hell out of my legs when I got home. It all went very well, and hopefully I'll wake up tomorrow with nothing more serious than a little stiffness. I plan to run on my usual days this week, but keep the mileage down, and see how it all goes; fingers crossed, I'll just keep increasing the mileage gradually and SHOULD be OK for Mt. Penn. Which may not be pretty, but who cares?
What happens after that is anyone's guess. I'd like to assume things will continue to get better at this fairly linear pace, and I'll do the year more or less as planned (ultra in the fall, couple of intermediate distance between now and then), but I want to see how this acts before I think that far ahead. Anything other than complete recovery says I really need to rethink that plan so I can still be running 20, 30 years from now.
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Spring Break
I'm on it, not that it means a whole lot to me at this point! I'd have rather just have continued with school. But whatevs; I always enjoyed it back in the day, although I was never one to head for warmer climes. I guess it just seemed like such a trendy thing to do (go to Florida! Party with a bunch of strangers! WTF?) that I never considered it.
Whatever. I find myself at home and with more energy to burn than usual. The hip is improving steadily, although not as quickly as I would like - which is to say, I would have liked it to have healed instantly. I've been walking a LOT but have been gunshy about running, other than taking a few test steps here and there. I've also been gunshy about karate. Basically, I've been avoiding anything that involves what I'd call possible unpredictable steps, push-offs, or lateral movement. What I HAVE been able to do is walk, as I said, and lift. Started NROL/Abs and so far like the workouts, although after that last rotation, the workouts feel on the easier side. Which is not to say they're easy - they make an impact - but they ARE shorter, so I come out of the gym feeling less worn down, overall. Which, frankly, I think is a good thing right now, and pretty much what I WANTED in a program for right now, as I was theoretically going to be starting to up my mileage around now.
Best laid plans, eh? I've been adding some step mill intervals to the end of my gym workouts; just 15 minutes a pop, but I think it's work that will come in handy assuming I do actually get to do Mt. Penn next month. As it happens, I can withdraw from that up until April 1 (and get an actual refund!) so I have a little bit of time left to decide whether or not I can actually do it.
School has been going pretty well. Had a bunch of tests last week, including a lab practical, Abnormal Psych exam, and an A&P exam. The Abnormal Psych exam was a hot mess. She specifically told us not to study certain sections of the book (including what looked like a very interesting unit on dissociative disorders), and yet there were questions on the material on the test! As it happened she took them all off AFTER the test, so if you got them wrong, it didn't count against you, but I did get every one of them wrong (what are the odds of that?) and I have never seen a test paper of mine come back so covered in red ink. Though meaningless in the grand scheme of things, it was disconcerting, and I subsequently overstudied for my A&P exam to the point where I was mentally burnt out for a couple of days afterward. Haven't gotten that one back yet, but I'm not worried about my A average, to put it mildly.
I have the GRE's next Monday. I was originally thinking I'd take them this past Monday (yesterday) and in retrospect, I'm really, really glad I didn't, because of the time change. I fucking HATE DST, as I've said a million zillion times (morning people like morning light, to put it in simplest terms), and I'm having a crappy time adjusting. My appetite is all screwed up, and this morning I had a very rare headache (I almost never get headaches). Fortunately that seems to have gone away and I think it's about time I got out and enjoyed what is shaping up to be a very pretty day outdoors.
Whatever. I find myself at home and with more energy to burn than usual. The hip is improving steadily, although not as quickly as I would like - which is to say, I would have liked it to have healed instantly. I've been walking a LOT but have been gunshy about running, other than taking a few test steps here and there. I've also been gunshy about karate. Basically, I've been avoiding anything that involves what I'd call possible unpredictable steps, push-offs, or lateral movement. What I HAVE been able to do is walk, as I said, and lift. Started NROL/Abs and so far like the workouts, although after that last rotation, the workouts feel on the easier side. Which is not to say they're easy - they make an impact - but they ARE shorter, so I come out of the gym feeling less worn down, overall. Which, frankly, I think is a good thing right now, and pretty much what I WANTED in a program for right now, as I was theoretically going to be starting to up my mileage around now.
Best laid plans, eh? I've been adding some step mill intervals to the end of my gym workouts; just 15 minutes a pop, but I think it's work that will come in handy assuming I do actually get to do Mt. Penn next month. As it happens, I can withdraw from that up until April 1 (and get an actual refund!) so I have a little bit of time left to decide whether or not I can actually do it.
School has been going pretty well. Had a bunch of tests last week, including a lab practical, Abnormal Psych exam, and an A&P exam. The Abnormal Psych exam was a hot mess. She specifically told us not to study certain sections of the book (including what looked like a very interesting unit on dissociative disorders), and yet there were questions on the material on the test! As it happened she took them all off AFTER the test, so if you got them wrong, it didn't count against you, but I did get every one of them wrong (what are the odds of that?) and I have never seen a test paper of mine come back so covered in red ink. Though meaningless in the grand scheme of things, it was disconcerting, and I subsequently overstudied for my A&P exam to the point where I was mentally burnt out for a couple of days afterward. Haven't gotten that one back yet, but I'm not worried about my A average, to put it mildly.
I have the GRE's next Monday. I was originally thinking I'd take them this past Monday (yesterday) and in retrospect, I'm really, really glad I didn't, because of the time change. I fucking HATE DST, as I've said a million zillion times (morning people like morning light, to put it in simplest terms), and I'm having a crappy time adjusting. My appetite is all screwed up, and this morning I had a very rare headache (I almost never get headaches). Fortunately that seems to have gone away and I think it's about time I got out and enjoyed what is shaping up to be a very pretty day outdoors.
Friday, March 4, 2011
Much. Calmer.
So, I've done the unthinkable, and take it easy this week. So far. I've skipped karate entirely, haven't run a step, and have restricted the weights to Stuff that Doesn't Hurt, and even within that realm, have taken it easy on the lower boy. Plus I've taken Vitamin I like a good patient, and voila, my hip feels about 75% better than it did earlier this week. So the plan is to continue in this pattern for a couple more days. I MIGHT test the waters with a short run on Sunday, although now that I think about it, maybe I should make it a walk. If I can't walk, I can't run, eh?
The worst day, by far, was Tuesday. I guess the kettlebell work, which I didn't feel at the time, did some damage. I had a very hard time walking up stairs and even took the elevator once at school (taking elevators, when there are perfectly good stairs available, is against my religion). Actually the worst thing was crossing roads in the city, because there was no way I could bust out in a sprint if I had to get out of the way of an asshole driver. It just wasn't there. That alone, I think, convinced me to dial things waaaaaay back. So, rest does a body a world of good. Who knew?
The worst day, by far, was Tuesday. I guess the kettlebell work, which I didn't feel at the time, did some damage. I had a very hard time walking up stairs and even took the elevator once at school (taking elevators, when there are perfectly good stairs available, is against my religion). Actually the worst thing was crossing roads in the city, because there was no way I could bust out in a sprint if I had to get out of the way of an asshole driver. It just wasn't there. That alone, I think, convinced me to dial things waaaaaay back. So, rest does a body a world of good. Who knew?
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Reluctantly, I admit
I'm not indestructible. And I absolutely hate that.
Note: My first workout for March. A rest day? Seriously? You have no idea how much it pained me to take it, much less to write those words. And it's not a matter of pride, but one of frustration. I done gone and hurt myself.
And not moving makes me very, very, very cranky.
I don't like to complain about getting hurt. I generally barely acknowledge it to myself, and rarely miss a workout because of it. Truthfully, in my way of thinking, if you can work around it with little trouble, it's not an issue. But it's very hard to work around a hip, and that's where this problem is. It's been brewing for a little while, maybe ten days or so. I believe I initially hurt it doing heavy curtsey lunges; balance is very difficult in that move (I was doing them with a barbell over the shoulders) and I suspect I really overdid without meaning to. Anyway, the hip pain is similar to what I experienced when I had my iliotibital band problem, except it didn't come on the same way (no initial and progressive knee pain, no pain outside the thigh, plus there seems to have been a precipitating even, not a gradual onset - not to mention, my running mileage has been in a steady range for months, with no issues prior to this). The problem seems to be in the tensor fascia lata muscle and nearby soft tissue, but limited to this hip area.
I've tried the old "ignore it" method of treatment, and it's gotten worse instead of better. My four mile run on Sunday? Was supposed to be 13, but the pain was so bad, I actually had to stop and walk several miles home. I totally blame myself for that (LOL, as opposed to, say, blaming aliens?); I really muscled through Friday's workout, knew I probably shouldn't have been doing that when it was happening, and paid the price. Dumb ass. My thinking was that I KNEW the thing needed rest but that I was ALMOST at a planned easy week, so if I just went ahead and did what I wanted to do anyway, it would all work out.
Not so much.
So here I am, cranky, whining (and I promise, I won't do this again), and full of doom and gloom. I've already predicted the end of the world as I know it - specifically that I'll be grossly undertrained for my April race, if I'm able to do it at all, and won't be able to meet any other racing goals I'd set for myself this year, or ever, because this injury suggests a fundamental underlying structural weakness that won't hold up to whatever else I have planned for myself. In more rational moments, I realize that 1) I've been hurt before, 2) I'll be hurt again, 3) I'll recover, and 4) the world won't end, but it'll take an effort on my part to not make it a more miserable place in the short term. Not to mention: 5) I might learn something from this.
So there you have it. And thanks but no thanks to cheese with my whine: I'm not all that in to cheese. But I'll take a good Philly soft pretzel.
Note: My first workout for March. A rest day? Seriously? You have no idea how much it pained me to take it, much less to write those words. And it's not a matter of pride, but one of frustration. I done gone and hurt myself.
And not moving makes me very, very, very cranky.
I don't like to complain about getting hurt. I generally barely acknowledge it to myself, and rarely miss a workout because of it. Truthfully, in my way of thinking, if you can work around it with little trouble, it's not an issue. But it's very hard to work around a hip, and that's where this problem is. It's been brewing for a little while, maybe ten days or so. I believe I initially hurt it doing heavy curtsey lunges; balance is very difficult in that move (I was doing them with a barbell over the shoulders) and I suspect I really overdid without meaning to. Anyway, the hip pain is similar to what I experienced when I had my iliotibital band problem, except it didn't come on the same way (no initial and progressive knee pain, no pain outside the thigh, plus there seems to have been a precipitating even, not a gradual onset - not to mention, my running mileage has been in a steady range for months, with no issues prior to this). The problem seems to be in the tensor fascia lata muscle and nearby soft tissue, but limited to this hip area.
I've tried the old "ignore it" method of treatment, and it's gotten worse instead of better. My four mile run on Sunday? Was supposed to be 13, but the pain was so bad, I actually had to stop and walk several miles home. I totally blame myself for that (LOL, as opposed to, say, blaming aliens?); I really muscled through Friday's workout, knew I probably shouldn't have been doing that when it was happening, and paid the price. Dumb ass. My thinking was that I KNEW the thing needed rest but that I was ALMOST at a planned easy week, so if I just went ahead and did what I wanted to do anyway, it would all work out.
Not so much.
So here I am, cranky, whining (and I promise, I won't do this again), and full of doom and gloom. I've already predicted the end of the world as I know it - specifically that I'll be grossly undertrained for my April race, if I'm able to do it at all, and won't be able to meet any other racing goals I'd set for myself this year, or ever, because this injury suggests a fundamental underlying structural weakness that won't hold up to whatever else I have planned for myself. In more rational moments, I realize that 1) I've been hurt before, 2) I'll be hurt again, 3) I'll recover, and 4) the world won't end, but it'll take an effort on my part to not make it a more miserable place in the short term. Not to mention: 5) I might learn something from this.
So there you have it. And thanks but no thanks to cheese with my whine: I'm not all that in to cheese. But I'll take a good Philly soft pretzel.
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