I’m no detective but Philip Marlowe coudn’t run
Originally I was going to give myself a week off running following the Anchorage marathon. Sort of rest the muscles and joints before ramping up again in preparation for Erie, PA in September. But, ahhhhhhh I felt so good last week I just had to run on Tuesday. Problem was I had hurt my right foot that day – more than I realized.
I had been playing “detective” around the farmhouse because in the middle of the night some weirdo was prowling here and stole my bike. There goes $350, I thought… When I discovered their entry path in the undergrowth on the slope down to the road, I tried it out to see if they had dropped anything else. Lost my footing on some rocks and twisted my ankle.
Later, at mile 3 of a 6 mile run with the other Balanced Athlete crowd, I discovered a rapidly increasing pain around my little toe. next morning it was pretty painful, it was blue/purple, pink and very swollen. Hmmmm, I must have broken something, so here we are a week later and I’ve been off my feet (what a good boy am I). This of course meant that I couldn’t run in the Seafair event in Bellevue on Sunday, so I was chief carpooler, bag watcher, and photographer. A good excuse to goof off and cheer the others along.
The bike? Wouldn’t you know it, but the guy posted it on Craigslist only a couple of days later. After a quick phone call to arrange an appointment, me and Erik drove up to the (nearby) apartment complex where it was obviously my old bike – I got a ood enough test ride that I confirmed the serial number too. “Gotta go to the ATM for some $$$, pal”… Called Kent’s finest on 911… The rest played out like a classic episode of “COPS”… red dots from their tasers and everything :-)
So that was my toe-breaking, non-running, private-eyeing, bike-recovering, post-marathon week that was… Now, where was I? Ahh yes, it’s Tuesday and almost time to head down to the store for another sunny evening run.