Greetings from the asylum. After more than a month without any real significant running I am finally going insane. Russ has me cross training until all pain is entirely gone, plus another two weeks after that. In other words I'm going to be in the SwimEx until late April at the earliest. This semester is getting rough, as a seemingly endless supply of research papers combined with the loss of my primary source of stress relief are slowly tearing me apart.
And to all of you who used to think I was anorexic, I've finally figured out how to gain weight: STOP RUNNING. I've packed on about 15 pounds in the past month alone. I'm not especially proud of that, considering that I was never underweight to begin with (no matter what Ash and the rest of the crew think) and every extra ounce exponentially increases the amount of pressure on my legs and joints. That equates to an increased risk of injury, which as you all know is EXACTLY what I want right now.
Good luck to the guys competing in St. Louis. I'll keep the cross trainers warm for you.
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