Update.

I know you are hanging on desperately wanting to know how my progress is coming along after having surgery to correct Retrocalcaneal Bursitis. This, so I can get the other foot operated on and then commence my serious training, which should take me back to being a mediocre age-group runner. (A-goal: take down my stunning 37:12 10k pb).

This is exciting. I like mediocrity, Pat Sajack, waffles with not quite enough syrup on them, like when they stick to the gums and go down slow. I like sunny days that get me just warm enough, then a breeze and a cloud make me reconsider. I like gray clothes (no I don't) flannel, ever-so-slight hangovers, so I can be reminded that four was two more than the two that I should be having the night before. Just hungover enough to make the autumn leaves skittering along the pavement seem loud, as they pass by and swirl in front of me.

Ok enough of that. Anyway, for two straight days I have not worn my walking cast. This is weeks early. Although I am gentle how I plant the foot and toe off, I am 100% without the walking cast. Well, if I am going to walk somewhere serious, then I will put it on, but around the house, out to the truck and about - no problemo, amigos.

I am very excited about this, as the sooner I get foot number two sliced open and dealt with, the sooner I can start running, slowly...gradually...carefully...

My goal for this week: NOTHING. Just gently not rock the recovery boat. Easy does it. [touching wood], no dramatic changes to my routine. Get up carefully, no kicking the crap out of things. I am going to make sure that nothing happens to restrict the fantastic progress I am making. YOU will hear me SCREAM, otherwise.

I think in a couple more weeks, I will be given physiotherapy exercises to do. I will be like a red ant general in the ant army, working myself to the extreme to recover.