These past few weeks have been quite a roller coaster end to this journey. The ride started a few weeks ago when I strained my left quad doing of all things ... genuflecting. It's a long story: film shoot at work, trying to look really reverent, blah, blah, blah. In short, it was God's fault.
I went to the doctor and was put on the 7-10 day disabled list with a 50/50 chance of being healed by the time of the race. Excuse me? I don't think so. I'll be damned if I was going to go out this way. So I took the prescribed rest and then decided to forge ahead in a slightly altered way.
To the Therapy Pool
I made my way to my gym's warm water therapy pool with Krista, my partner in crime. When we entered the pool the warm water felt wonderful. The icy stares from the other participants -- the majority of which were my mother's age -- were not so warm. Apparently we had invaded their turf.
The first class the women pushed us to the shallow end. The next class one of the particularly agitated women herded me to the deep end in an apparent attempt to drown me. In case I survived, the instructor blared bad '50s and '60s music in much the same vein as the FBI did to the Branch Davidians in Waco.
And I'm sorry to say, the warm water women won. Well played ladies, well played.
Still not willing to give up, and aided by some unseasonably warm temperatures, I hit the neighborhood streets for some light walking. Soon light walking turned to walking and jogging. Oh, yeah, I was on a comeback. In fact last Friday I walked/ran 5 miles. To my way of thinking that will almost get me to Cinderella's castle. It's on.
