Stools in the Pool

Rounding that corner towards sixty one does not expect to speak about “Poo” except perhaps when discussing the adventures of potty training or explosive diapers emulating from grand kids. Even then, as a guy, I would have thought I would have simply been nodding as the ladies of the family discussed and reminisced these adventures.

Following the twenty four hours of Volcanic activity starting this past Tuesday night, ending early Thursday morning, an eerie calm descended upon the landscape. Perhaps, Freedrick, exhausted from the rage he put forth after banishment was content to be part of the system instead of a main player. Though the calm was nice it stated becoming a worry by Sunday morning when no further action had been noted.

Most Sunday mornings, by design I'll head down to the trail head at Hamburg Road to run with my trail group. Even if I'm not running I'll typically head down to chat and see who showed up. This Sunday was no different but as the group headed out in eighteen degree temperatures I thought how good a hot cup of apple cider might taste after the run. Since I not supposed to drive I asked Sue if she would go to the Weis to get some cider with me.

Perhaps it was the walking around or the stress of being in public away from my own bathroom that worked but by the time I got home I ran, rephrase, waddled, to the house with butt cheeks clenched tightly. Minutes later, with more effort then I imagined my “Prize” awaited, small yet solid, my first “Duty”.

I am so at ease with my running friends that I'll tell them anything so an hour and a half later, while handing out hot cups of apple cider I mentioned my adventure. High fives and slaps on the back followed with some jokes as well. The title of this post came from Craig one of my running buddies.

Since Sunday morning not much going on until last night when I went through a most unpleasant eight hour stretch. This is going to be a process that shall take time but it will get better every day. If I'm “upset” with anything it's that the neuropathy has returned, yesterday after just a two mile walk my feet burned and sessions on the throne sent my hands and feet “a buzzing”.

On the bright side, I've just signed up for my first race of 2012, the Terrapin Mountain half trail marathon. This was the only “distance” race I ran last year and hence it is appropriate to be my first recovery race. The race is held at the end of March so I should have enough time to get some training in, I realize I may not be in top shape but I am excited never the less.

Much to do........ Much to look forward too................ Much to be excited about

Mike