I haven't really told the story of my running over the last couple of years, and that's because there's no running story to tell. The story is of an achilles tendon on my right heel that over the course of 6 years and 15,000 or so miles of running and racing [and generally feeling FREE] through achilles tendonitis/tendinosis/bursitis/haglunds deformity (it felt alright after it warmed up, for the most part!), the achilles decided really that enough was enough. I couldn't run without limping, and when I ran, I got these sharp pains that felt like the tendon was tearing, one strand at a time. Which, turns out, it was. I got an MRI. The Dx was rupture/necrosis/general death of achilles tendon over about 1.5 inches or so. Kind of like the achilles tendon equivalent of a frayed rope. I had surgery. They cut out the necrotic inch-and-a-half and then took my flexor hallus longus (which apparently is not all that useful, or at least much less useful than an achilles tendon...
Quite an impressive year, Jeff, total distance and times both. Of special interest to me is how, in the doing of it, you also managed to find the time to make 42 blog posts! Congratulations on all!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Dallas! The key to it all was neglecting personal relationships and professional responsibilities. It's pretty straightforward if you've got your priorities wacked. ;)
ReplyDeleteHappy New Year!
people who count stuff are messed up.
ReplyDeleteNumbers are a part of the game. Which is more essential--quantity or quality? An idea for a new post?
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