What a difference a letter makes.

After all that noise I made about making a doctors appointment, I didn't even go. It's almost like my leg knew I was talking about it and decided it had played out it's hand. I woke up last Thursday morning and it felt better. My thinking is that it is getting better on it's own and in general I feel the best medicine is to allow it to rest and recover on it's own.

Good news is I did run for about 2 miles on Sunday and it felt OK. Not great, just OK. I'll continue to slowly build up my workout routine again over the next few weeks in hopes to get back on track. There is still 5+ months of training remaining before my event on August 1 which I am confident will be sufficient. If I end up a little undertrained, but healthy, that will be so much better than overtrained and hurt. This is what I have always stressed to the runners in the marathon program and now it is time for me to listen to my own advice. I even got a reminder of this in a fortune cookie the other day. It said something to the effect of... To be successful in life, you must learn to listen to your own advice... Sounds good to me, I'll have to do that.

I did get a new bike last week and I'm looking forward to getting on the road with it. I'm going to do a trainer workout tonight with the team. Depending on how that goes, I'll do a real ride later in the week.

I've got to be careful not to become too much of a whiner. It's been three weeks since I got injured and it's still not good enough to do any serious working out on. It's driving me nuts and now doubt about my ability to stay (get) healthy is starting to creep into my mind. I'm not sure why, but I have been hesitating making an appointment with the doctor. Perhaps it's because I am so sure by the time he got around to referring me to the right specialist, my leg would be all better on it's own. I did break down finally, so now I do actually have an appointment on Thursday... Any one want to take any bets on what he's going to do? Here is the scenario as I see it going down. After I tell him how I injured it, he tells me about Rest-Ice-Compress and Elevate and here is a prescription for some industrial strength anti-inflammatory (basically 800mg. of Advil). "Call me in a week". Guess what doc, I've been doing that for 3 weeks... This is the Kaiser way I swear. If they hold you off long enough you won't need to see a specialist because you get all better (maybe) on your own. Of course I do it to myself by not making an appointment right away. Had I done that, I would have been in the system already and who knows, I might not be in the same boat as I am now.
I really shouldn't be so cynical. Kaiser has been good for our family as a whole. I just have to play the game. I'm hoping I can convince the doc to get me in line for an MRI so I can get a better picture of whats going on in there. I'll give an update on this later in the week. In the mean time, I'll try to keep enjoying laying around getting fat and lazy.