A Little Something's Better Than A Whole Lot Of Nothing

I still can't run. The spirit is willing, but my body is beginning to show the first signs of revolt. At 42 years old, I've spent the last 10+ years beating the hell out of myself with the attitude of "that which doesn't kill you only makes you stronger." Well, to a point.

I've got what I thought was a planter wart in the center of my left foot, and a possibly fractured middle toe on my right (too much beer on a lake day and a failed attempt at tying a Waverunner up to a sunken rock) is foiling my training schedule. So I did what I should have done two weeks ago: I made an appointment to see the doctor.

In the meantime, I had to do something, so I cut out early for a solo ride on Wednesday afternoon. While prepping from the takeoff point, my buddy Brett happened by, and chose to ride with me. 15 minutes later we were off on a directionless, convoluted route that involved much traffic and nothing but hills, all uphill. Combine that with 90 degrees and a less-than-regular ride schedule, and my heart rate was kicking. Garmin told me I was over 180 a half-dozen times over a 20 mile track, and we only averaged 14 mph. Like I said, all uphill. Into the wind. Both ways.

Thursday is the physical/checkup. No food or drink for 12 hours. I'm excited.