Running dreams are things I now deal with on a regular basis. I wake up, restless and foggy. The clouds in my mind dissipate and I remember - faintly, sometimes; powerfully, other times - an image or a feeling. Maybe it's me in my running shoes, standing on cracked asphalt, overwhelmed by a physical sense … Continue reading I Dream of Running
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Back in the Saddle Again.
Out where a friend is a friend. Where the longhorn cattle feed On the lowly gypsum weed Back in the saddle again. On Monday June 5th I saw my bad ass surgeon Dr. Anderson at Beth Israel and two things happened. I laid eyes on x-rays of my titanium-improved femur for the first time, and … Continue reading Back in the Saddle Again.
