No, that's not a weird tropical infection on my nose. Rather, it's confectionery sugar from the rim of my margarita glass; even 52-year-old men are forced to be silly now and again.
2009 is on the horizon. I am taking an assessment of myself and realized that never before have I felt such a toll on my body. My back is healing from the herniated disc at the L-5/S-1. Another portion of my back is in muscular pain from lifting luggage on this trip. I have arthritis in my right thumb near the joint. I was using my dad's snow blower yesterday morning when my feet flew out from under me, and I crashed hard.
Now I am also dealing with a rare case of sore-ass-itis.
Might as well tell you my right knee hasn't been good for years and is now in a bad state. Running in the cold of Wisconsin seems to negate some of the pain, but a rather loud clicking noise now echoes through the room when I climb stairs.
What's a master competitor to do?
Regroup, rebuild. Hold the light-fit-healthy mantra in high regard.
This week I'll jump on active.com and enter the Green Swamp 50K, in early February in Dade City, Florida. It's a new event and I want to kick off a new year.
Let the healing begin. I think more adventures yet remain and it's my job to take this worn shell of a body and hobble to the starting line.
From there, I am hoping nature and the will within will do the rest.
Race on, my compatriot athletes.