The only thing left to do is wait. The cut/wound/eyesore/annoyance/site of infection has to completely heal and close up before I can resume training (or it might come roaring back). This is like watching grass grow ... or paint dry ... or snow fall ... or Avatar.
Today: Blizzard Round 2. Emily and I are snowed in. The gym is closed again, which actually sucks worse for Jake Marren, who is training for Boston, than it does for me. Sick of the snow, he recently put out a call for treadmill usage, and I said my gym in Capitol Hill (quit the one in Waldorf) is allowing members to bring guests on Wednesdays.
So it's Wednesday, and I get a text from Jake this morning: "Any chance of hitting the treadmill today?"
Nope.
"Then into the snow I go!" he writes.
And Godspeed.
For the past 10 days or so, I have been able to do some light cross training -- cycling, digging out every car on the block so I could eat during the Super Bowl as if I had spent the morning putting in miles.
One month gone. This is uncharted territory.
Today's training: a yoga DVD.
