But until that inevitable surgery, I was told to try to get back to running. To let Jesus take the wheel, to put the windows down and cruise, and other country lyrics. Talk about girls, talk about trucks, run them red dirt roads up kicking up dust? Perhaps.
|Based on that distance climbed, I am pretty sure the gym bike grossly overestimated my power, or thinks I weigh 20 pounds.|
Anyway, I figured I would do a 2 minute daily blog post on training, on how much my hip hurts, and on how much I've missed you guys. For today:
1. AM-5 mile run, PM-3 mile run (Strava link here)
2. Not much!
3. A LOT I LOVE YOU I'M SORRY.
This should be an interesting journey into the known. I omitted the usual "un-" prefix because if this doesn't end with a scalpel in my hip joint, pigs would likely be flying, and then everyone would be too busy skeet shooting aerial bacon to read this anyway.
Let's have some fun.