Slow 6 miles on the 2000 N hill run. Plenty of hip and butt pain this morning. I'm beginning to feel the neuroma numbness in my right foot again, too. Maybe it's time for another visit to Dr. McLane. It's either that or start shopping for a comfortable rocking chair. On a more positive note, some of the other pains I've wrestled with over the last couple of years aren't bothering me...the sacral stress fracture appears fully healed, and I think I've recovered fully from the inguinal and sports hernia surgery last December and am no longer bothered by groin pain. From all the tape on athlete's bodies in the Olympics, it appears that runners aren't the only athletes for whom pain and injury always seem to be lurking nearby. Some lyrics (slightly modified): Nobody knows the trouble I've seen.
Nobody knows my sorrow.
Nobody knows the trouble I've seen.
Glory hallelujah! Sometimes I'm up. Sometimes I'm down.
Sometimes I'm almost to the ground.
Although you see me going along so. (or slow)
I have my trials here below.
If you get there before I do,
Tell all-a my friends I'm coming to heaven. (or the finish line at the St. George marathon) | 