December 30th I received a call from one of my closest friends:
January 3rd. Is this my body? I cannot move. I want to get out of bed, but my legs are screaming "NO". My ankles are not rotating. I cannot reach my toes to count if they're still there. Five months. I pour out of bed. Reach for my toes once more. Almost. Coffee will fix this. I harness Theo, my puppy, who seems completely unaffected by yesterday's run. Secretly I'm jealous. I put the spikes on my running shoes-I will be on snow and ice today. I decide to walk to start. When I get to the snow I begin to run. I have to stop to allow the dog to do his business, ahh, rest. Run. Stop again for Theo to mark a tree, ahh, more rest. Run. Stop a third time just to stop, but I will blame it on the dog since no one is watching to question. Ahh, rest. Waddle for another 2 miles. Home. Juice. Once again, I can no longer touch my toes. Five months?