Life without a post leaves a hole.

Hi, I'm Toasty and it has been 14 days since my last post.

I did make it to the Physio, at last. It didn't take long before I heard the same words that I've heard before ..... "Oh! Hmmm. That's not good!". Then she started to explain to me with words like TassleMeterPuss, Upper Taliban and Menopausal Posterior, but I could be wrong about those. I didn't have a pencil and I had no idea what she was saying after the "that's not good" part. Returning to my level, she showed me that the ankle joint is meant to go sideways as well as backward and forward. I nodded blankly. She grabbed my ankle and tried moving it like she said and my ankle held firm. She grabbed her ankle and showed me what should happen (damn freak was made of rubber, I tell you). Then came the plastic model and more big words. "So that's why I have to get on my toes to get around corners" I said, wanting to be part of the conversation. Then she explained how my left ankle was locked at a tilt and we needed to free it up. I am compressing and jamming it everytime I run and that is why it hurts. No running, bone scans, possible stress fracture inside joint, no blood flow, arthritis ... Whoa! Back up a second lady!!

Where's my last Physio? He only hurt me and didn't scare me so.

We agreed that I was a fool and to take a course of weekly massage and weekly physio. I limped out with my ankle taped and a quick rendition of me wailing while she strummed on the bands in my legs and inflicted some of that good ole pain, like my last Physio used to do.

I could tell you how the tax department picked me out to be audited. But that isn't going to make this post any happier.

Or that I was selected for jury duty and my employer said they needed me (which is sorta happier);

I certainly wasn't happy with my last speed work out. So far, everything had been ticking along and looking to be on target. The session on Friday was 1500m at 5:25 then another at 5:25, and a 3:35K to finish. First one was ok at about 5:29 ... then the wheels fell off. Six minutes and 4:18 for the final K. Coach Pat warned me about getting fatigued, and the truth is my working hours are getting in the way of my rest.

The happiest part of this post was last weekend's flight to Croutopia to see the school production. I was proudly watching my little girl, Clare, act and enjoy being part of the chorus. I loved seeing her enjoying herself, showing passion, and dedication to the production. I was disappointed to miss Andrew's dress rehearsal, but we did spend some good time together, especially breakfast Saturday morning by the beach.