It's been, like, a long time since I've gone for a run. Nancy said something about 5 miles of hill training and I figured WHAT COULD GO WRONG.
We took off right after I got home, sweaty from racing some dude up Cole's Creek Rd on my bike commute home (unbeknownst to him). I should have been drinking more water throughout the day, but I somehow did not die as we ran up and down the hills of Superior Rd. Heck of a climb for an after-work jog though.
Oh, while I'm at it here, I did visit the orthopedist back on the 28th. No x-ray snapshot to share with you this time, but the doctor said that there's definitely bone filling in the fracture gaps, which is great news as it proves that it's healing as it should. Or in his terms, there's "radiological evidence of bone regeneration".
So I don't have to come see him again unless something unusual happens or my shoulder starts hurting. The plate can come out a year from my surgery if all goes well (and I end up wanting it out) but until then I'm SECRET TITANIUM MAN.