One More Week

PT says one more week of healing. 7 days of boredom is more like it. No cyclocross this weekend. But this is an opportunity, right? Not punishment. It's good for me like spinach, even though I'd rather be eating Reese's Peanut Butter cups. I can weight train, swim, and road bike. Good thing I don't have my Julianna yet, I would be dying to take it out for a ride.

7 more days of healing. I can be patient. It's either that or spend more time on the reinjured list.

Coming up...Run to the Farside in San Francisco. I hate to sign up for a running race now. I'm not superstitious but it seems like it's just tempting fate. I don't think there is a running race yet that I haven't had to bail on because I've been hurt, or I was hurt and I ran anyway. Regardless, I was brave enough to go ahead and sign Kurt and I up for the Farside Race. I'll walk it if I can't do anything else. Now if I can convince him to wear a cow costume!