I went back to the ortho today. Just as I expected: I have four more weeks in my soon-to-be-decorated, beautiful gray boot. Not that I expected anything else.
But I must admit, there was a 30% part of me (the psycho, type-A, triathlon obsessed part of me) that hoped for: “You’re good to go. Go run! You probably even have time for New Orleans
I should be mad at that part of me for her crazy, unreasonable expectations.
But really, she’s the part that keeps me going.
Day 2 of Eating Whole and Vegan. Be careful, I’m hungry.