February 8th, 2006

buzzed, B&W

I walk this empty street on the Boulevard of Broken Dreams

As I just emailed most of the Helena crowd, it's official. I broke my leg. Spiral fracture in the fibula, with a few bone chips floating around. I have to go see the orthopedic people to figure out if I'll need surgery or not.

Yea. No more snowboarding. No soccer. No running. *sighs*

Anyway, the doctor at the clinic was actually pretty nice. He went to Xavier, and grew up in the Covington area, so we chatted a bit about Skyline. After it came up that my father was a doctor, we had some good conversation about health care in the US, insurance, etc.

And perhaps most importantly, Christine was my hero this morning, driving me to Urgent Care, then to get some crutches, and to work. Yea!
buzzed, B&W

This isn't fun

So, I just hobbled on home and gained a new appreciation for many things. First off, the half-mile that I live from work seems much, much longer when you're on crutches. Hopping along on crutches wasn't doing much for my shin-splints either. It took a good 30 minutes to get home (though admittedly, 10 of that was spent talking to Sarah on the phone). And who would have thought you could break into an all out sweat in half a mile? Crazy.

On the positive side, I'll get a decent cardio workout going to and from work, and my left calf will get a solid workout. I don't think it's hard enough on my upper body to build any strength there . . .

On the flip side, I'm not going to get anywhere near the physical activity I tend to average, so I'll probably get nice and fat. Yea!