A Good Plan Actually

To run or not to run, that's the question.

It's really not a question; more of a struggle. Last Wednesday while holding pace on a short steep hill, I felt that familiar and dreaded twinge in my left calf. By the time I got home the twinge was a fully developed burn - same spot, third time in two years. I know the drill: Advil, ice, rest.

I'm a pretty motivated guy. I'll lace up and head out into a cold dark rain. I'll climb on my bike even if I know I've got twenty miles of head-wind. I don't mind a good challenge. What I do mind is sitting around waiting for my leg to get better.

It's cliche; it's trite; but here's what I'm going do; make some lemonade. I can walk and talk and hold hands with my wife as we stroll around the neighborhood. I can get off the skinny tires and roll around the waterfront with Michelle and her bright purple beach cruiser, which, by the way, gets way more admiring comments than my whizzy go fast bike ever does.

Running, cycling and being fit do not define me. They are things I love to do, but life doesn't stall because I can't train for a few days. I think tomorrow morning I'm going to sleep in and have a late breakfast with my wife.

That doesn't sound like a terrible plan, does it?