A time to laugh . . . and a time to weep. A time to mourn . . . and there is a time to dance. And there was a time for this law, but not anymore. See, this is our time to dance. Ren (Kevin Bacon), FOOTLOOSE (the original, not the crap-ass remake)
So the good news from the ortho is that I'm boot-less...the bad news is that we still don't know what was/is wrong with my foot. So let's throw a little Kenny Loggins at it, no? (Well, apologies to Kenny at least....)
Been working, so hard
I'm punching my card
Five weeks, for what?
Oh tell me what I got...
I got this feeling
That times are holding me down
I'll hit the ceiling
Or else I'll tear up this town...
Not I gotta cut loose, boot less,
Kick off the one left shoe
Please, Louise, end this misery
Jack, get Mack, come on before I crack
Lose these blues, every body cut boot less!
Yeah. So things like this happen to me. I get carried away. Which means that I'm going to need to be serious about SLOWLY (did I say SLOWLY) SLOWLY building up. There is a time to build, but it will be a long slow time. I need to remember this is an overuse injury, regardless of what it is, so slowly building up is the only way to do it. I'm not happy about it - in fact I'm still in a bit of a snit. But it is what it is and I'm ready to get back to it. SLOWLY. Promise. No really.
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