...die in a fire-y car crash or fall from a plane at 30,000 feet without a parachute?
...lose an arm or a leg?
...go blind or deaf?
...have a strained Achilles or a strained hamstring?
After several slow weeks, trying to nurse this hamstring through its current issues no doubt related to the Achilles from earlier in the spring, I decided to call it what it is.
I'd hoped that the four day weekend Mrs. Dave and I spent out of town would be enough rest, but I guess not. Yesterday wasn't great and today was even worse. Not even the ten minute mile pace I shuffled along at helped. I've been icing, warming, stretching, spending weeks on Ibuprofen. Thought I was making progress - slow but steady. During this morning's run I admitted to myself that it's just not happening.
So, two weeks on the IL for me and Sammy the Hammy. We'll try again in August.
At least the Achilles feels better.
The weekend was fun.
We took in a Tigers game at Target Field in Minneapolis. The home team won.
Then we drove through Wisconsin, where we found Marathon City.
Michigan's Upper Penninsula, visiting Pictured Rocks National Lakeshore on Lake Superior.
Watched the sunset over Lake Michigan. We wanted to see the stars that night, but the high clouds were obscuring and we were too tired after driving all day to stay until it was dark enough (after midnight).
Found the house where we lived when I was in kindergarten. The old Air Force base is gone. The airstrip is now a county airport and the main base headquarters is a state prison. But the neighborhood is still there next to the golf course where my dad would walk out the back door and golf. We would play in the trees between our yard and the second fairway.
Watched some boats go through the Soo Locks between Lakes Huron and Superior.
Then we drove along the Lake Huron shore, stopping to see several lighthouses.
So, time for another reset. Not happy about that, of course. Will 2021 be another year without a marathon?