Since the pain has become for the most part manageable, and have little to do except eat, sleep, type, and twiddle my thumbs, I think its time to at least start to get myself in running shape, if I want to be prepared for the Seattle Marathon this November. Don’t worry; I’m not deluding myself with visions of being a one-armed Prefontaine, but a little five mile walk to Starbucks to write and get some fresh air seems like a good idea. According to Dr.

After returning from the hospital Ryan, Nancy, and I spent a relaxing evening sitting on the couch watching "Grizzly Man," while I enjoyed a few hundred milligrams of hydrocodone and about ha;f a dozen pillows of various shapes and sizes before sinking into a deep, diazepam slumber. Remarkably, my shoulder didn't wake me up at all in the night, and except for a bit if stiffness the morning was as pleasant as any I could have expected.

I'm typing this entry with only my right hand, because my left arm is done up in a sling and fairly immobile. Today I broke my bicycle again: the front wheel is completely demolished from hitting a goofy shaped diagonal pothole. I was on my way from Coopersville, MI to catch a ferry at Muskegon to get across Lake Michigan, when the trip abruptly ended with trip to the emergency room. The weather was great; I was cruising comfortably; I was well on my way to another big day. The road thought otherwise, and after a couple of bounces on the highway, my body got the message.