Ow ow ow. Ow.
I am seemingly armed with but a few words to describe my current situation and I think I just used all four of them.
As Patrick just opined, "this I a vacation?"
Yes, it is. Mentally. Not physically. I've still been avoiding the work in my mind, to varying levels of success given that my trip is wandering to a close. I've also had endless musicless hours to mull over my existence, where I am in my life and why, etc.
I've also had a fair amount of time to ask myself if I'd ever put on my helmet again. My already busted neck is unbelievably sore. Today I will be trucking my backpack and only running my hydration pack in hopes of alleviating my back pain. It won't help my tail bone problem (that is to say, my tail bone hurts) but it should help the middle of my back.
I also borrowed some pain killers from Patrick.
I jumped back to fifth again even after a terrible run yesterday where I got highly lost in Cincinatti. The grouping for third is stupid close so I'm going to still gun for solid placement but understand that what seperates four of so of us is mere minutes. I believe the spread is less than 30 minutes for the whole run. I mean really. How much better than each other could we claim to be.
Some news on Jim T - he finally got to a hospital in Tulsa. 7 broken ribs. Broken clavical. Collapsed lung. That I one tough SOB. With all that he still rode the entirety of the dirt trail so many of us dubbed the 'Cannonfall' and a total of 121 more miles. The dude is a legend in my book. The story goes that I'd hey had air lifted him at the Bullfrog clinic like they wanted he would have died from the pressure change, so good thing he was stubborn enough to ride.
Today we ride to Maryland, but not our final destination. More later.
As Patrick just opined, "this I a vacation?"
Yes, it is. Mentally. Not physically. I've still been avoiding the work in my mind, to varying levels of success given that my trip is wandering to a close. I've also had endless musicless hours to mull over my existence, where I am in my life and why, etc.
I've also had a fair amount of time to ask myself if I'd ever put on my helmet again. My already busted neck is unbelievably sore. Today I will be trucking my backpack and only running my hydration pack in hopes of alleviating my back pain. It won't help my tail bone problem (that is to say, my tail bone hurts) but it should help the middle of my back.
I also borrowed some pain killers from Patrick.
I jumped back to fifth again even after a terrible run yesterday where I got highly lost in Cincinatti. The grouping for third is stupid close so I'm going to still gun for solid placement but understand that what seperates four of so of us is mere minutes. I believe the spread is less than 30 minutes for the whole run. I mean really. How much better than each other could we claim to be.
Some news on Jim T - he finally got to a hospital in Tulsa. 7 broken ribs. Broken clavical. Collapsed lung. That I one tough SOB. With all that he still rode the entirety of the dirt trail so many of us dubbed the 'Cannonfall' and a total of 121 more miles. The dude is a legend in my book. The story goes that I'd hey had air lifted him at the Bullfrog clinic like they wanted he would have died from the pressure change, so good thing he was stubborn enough to ride.
Today we ride to Maryland, but not our final destination. More later.