Dragging My Feet

Well, I'm not the happiest camper today. I missed my usual MTB ride last evening. It was drizzling (which eventually turned into a steady rain by 8PM) but that was only the closer of the deal. My over-the-bars on the downhill crash last Tuesday has left a good mark on my old and tired body. I believe I bruised my rib. Although I did not get a confirmation from the doctor this time around... it does hurt to breath, laugh, cough, blow my nose, sleep, lay down, etc. Suffice it to say, that little injury alone has caused my a bit of grief this week. I don't believe that I broke or fractured a rib, seeing as it is slowly getting better, but who knows... it could be a fracture, I suppose. The doctors have already told me on a previous injury that outside of prescription pain-killers, such an injury is usually left to heal on its own (oh the marvels of modern medicine). Over the course of the week, several bruises on my arms, legs and back have emerged. I could feel a little tenderness shortly after the crash, but no signs of injury... until recently.

My most hated injury was one that occurred on my right love handle. You know, the guy's side fat pouch. The hereditary gift all of my brothers share. Right after the crash, there was no visible sign of an injury, but the skin was numb. Crazy numb. The following morning, a fist-sized eggplant appeared on my love handle complete with directional "grain" in several XX patterns.

Last night, I assessed the injury again (who am I kidding, I obsessively gandered at the thing all week long, my wife rolling her eyes as I gab about it's severity and pain infliction) and it has grown in girth with the same purple forming an oblong ring around a center of icky yellow. I'm sure the signs of healing, except the yellow center is painful to the touch... and I mean painful.

I will post the first and 1-week pic of my love handle when I get them up.

So to complicate things even more, I decided to run today (an not write this entry). Except my running clothes are currently somewhere at home. I ran out the door this morning without them and even ran back in before getting into the car to get them. But they were no where to be found. I'm sure they are on top of the dresser or something... laughing at me. If it holds out, I may accompany my wife to Kent Trails to see if I can muster a handful of running miles.

Later plans in the week include an evening ride, possibly with lights prior to the closing of Cannonsburg SGA as well as my Saturday AM long run. The Iceman Cometh is only 2 months away... and I would like to be in decent shape for it this year.