Well, there's a tunnel anyway

My dad asked me about my ankle earlier today and I told him that it was getting there, which come to think of it is my now standard response. I told him it was a real long road back to where I was before I fell down that hill. I can't quite see the light at the end of the tunnel, but there's a tunnel anyway, and that's something. Any sandhog will tell you building a tunnel is hard hard work.

Imagine how many words I'd get out of a real injury.

So, I'm running now, and that's something. I can run 4 or 5 days in a row, usually I take off more often, but I don't want to waste a good day now. I've got a lot of weight to lose, and a lot of speed to get back. The weights a pain in the ass, but it'll go, the speed well, it's more subtle.

See, what I can do isn't really running, it's mostly jogging, and I know the difference. I love to run, I'm not so sure I like to jog, but that's all I can get out of my body right now, so I guess it has to be enough.

I'm racing on Sunday, well assuming I get out of bed, I wonder what I'll do.