Not a deceased body though, this is central park, not south central!
Tell-tale signs I hit the dirt
Today I ran my first ‘long’ run in forever! It was only 7 miles but that’s the longest I have done since the accident. And of course, I had another little accident to make it more….memorable.
I was supposed to get up at 5:30am to do this long run and leave early from home to do pre-work errands. But when the alarm went off, it was just one of those “Oh man, it’s dark, I’m tired,” moments and back to sleep I went. At 5:55am I woke up again and told myself it’s now or never. I rested on Sunday and Monday, so I couldn’t let another day go by without some decent mileage. To think I finally hit +30 miles last week to crank in only a few this week seemed like wasted effort. I got my gear on.
Wouldn’t ya know, it takes a long time to heal a fractured and disfigured vertebrae?
Can’t see the break here, but otherwise looking ok, right? No?!
I went to the doctor earlier this week and got some not-good-not-bad news. The good news was that my spine was healing as expected, which means calcifying around the fractured L1 and the pieces that broke off hadn’t moved.
The bad news was that the doctor felt it best for me to wear the brace for 6 more weeks. SIX. WEEKS. That’s a damn long time for someone who has been eager to break out of the brace and start pounding the pavement and beating the drums. I have already spent 6 weeks in the brace and it has been torture to see the weather turn from cold to perfect running-weather-chilly. It was wonderful and heartbreaking to see Soh Daiko performing at the Brooklyn Botanical Gardens and not be on stage with them, instead, sitting in the wheelchair section of the audience. Continue reading