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Everything was fine and dandy yesterday, even though Mrs Boss and I worked till 11:30 last night. But at about 11 is when the sadness and pain hit. As you know I've been training for a half marathon, well last night may have cost me that race ... and the delish churro at the end of it. Long story short I ran 2 steps in our building hallway at work and heard and then really felt a "POP". I had been reading about calf muscle strains recently cause my left calf had been in slight pain/soreness for about a day or two. I kept looking for the signs if I had a Grade 4 tear which would mean blood would start filling my toes. So far no discoloration. My boss went with me to the Emergency Room....which I rarely, if never go....for myself that is.

At the ER we of course waited and waited, but we are very entertainable and she did her best to keep things light and funny. Finally I saw the doc and after some minor tests of strength and pressure he determined that I tore/strained my g-whatchamacallit-muscle and I'm to rest and not use that leg for at least 2 weeks. He gave me a pair of crutches and now I'm hobblin around my apartment. Thankfully I don't have a lot of furniture and it's a pretty big place.

So I can't train for 2 weeks minimum...could be more but I gotta remember to take it slow and not overdo. Boss even said that at work I'm to sit in my chair and that's it...make the rest of the office get stuff for me. To some this sounds wonderful, but for independent-I like to do things on my own-doesn't rely on anyone-me, this is gonna be rough.

So there ya have it. This is why at almost 2 a.m. this morning I wrote status of "is very sad". But honestly I'm more than sad...I'm "in the depths of despair" :-(

Oh and don't get me started on how I drive my stick-shift truck with an injured left leg .... ugh!