3 Down; 1 (or 2) To Go
Between a party last night, an overdue freelance assignment, a new part-time job that starts Monday, today's all-day Web design class and tonight's usher duty at The Old Globe, I didn't have time to work out. Again. That's OK, these crazybusy days help keep me from jumping ahead of the doctor's rehab schedule. So does the dull pain that still periodically pops up in my afflicted achilles tendon. Today marked three months since my last run. Another month or so and I can try to run on a treadmill and work my way up to dirt, asphalt and, finally, concrete. Next to cracking my hip and ankle a few years ago in a marathon, this is the longest I've gone without running in 20 years. And you know what? I'm fine with it. I guess we do mature as we age.