I like it here, don’t you? I think maybe it’s just the change of scenery I need right now.
I don’t think I told you I got a letter from the National Marrow Program last week. I was a match for my patient, but he or she was not ready for a transplant (good or bad, I suppose) and they will contact me if it comes that Patient becomes ready. I’m ready whenever Patient is.
In the meantime, running has taken a great setback this week. I have been trying to pretend it’s not true, but my Achilles tendons have been killing me. I have self-diagnosed myself with Achilles tendinitis. The cure for this is different shoes (again), ease up on the hill work (too bad), and ice and rest. I have been resting this week while I wait for the new shoes, and I have to say — and now I am the one who is most surprised by this — I am anxious to get back out there.
Stupid tendons. Who needs ’em?