So, after running the Sombrero Roundup 4.5 Mile trail race on September 15 (however badly, but I did it) and then redeeming myself on a 4.6 mile, 1,200 foot vertical climb-and-back-down-again run on September 21, I marked the transition of me-into-runner by getting a tattoo on the same ankle that I
messed up nicely in NZ.
I didn't just "pull a muscle in my calf", I sprained it pretty well and thoroughly and kept reinjuring it while I was there. It took me the better part of 2 months after we returned for me to rehab it to the point that I could run on it again. And the fact that running was my goal - not just wanting to get it healed, but get it healed so I could run, was a big mental transition for me. Marking this transformation with ink is very important to me.
I was originally going to go with a dragon, but I already have one of those and decided for a more transformational symbology.
So, without further ado, here's what I got:
This is a close-up shot of my ankle. Keep in mind this tat is less than 24 hours old - have I mentioned before just how much Curtis from Tribal Rites rocks my socks? Oh, and he freehanded this.
Another shot with more leg for better scale perspective.
I am indecently in love with this tat. I would trust no one but Curtis to do this, but I am so happy I did...