A Long Slow Road

The road to recovery. What is being termed most likely a "soft-tissue" injury for me in possibly the worst spot, this road is windy, long and as difficult as any I've traveled.

Although it feels as if the foot is getting better, I still struggle with the fact that by simply walking I am hurting the foot. Each day I ice, I elevate and I medicate. I also am getting impatient as to when I might be able to run again. I am struggling and mightily. This is probably the worst injury I've suffered in a long time.

And despite the positives (they are few and far), I am still struggling knowing that I cannot do what I used to do. I want to get back on the roads and I don't know when that will be possible. Tomorrow evening will be two weeks since I took the puck in my foot and although I would say it is better it is still not near to being good enough.

I am angry with the player that hit me. Especially when I think about the fact that he was in the process of "reversing the play", which means that he purposely threw the puck backwards instead of moving it forward. As I remember the play he had no reason to reverse the play. He had room to get it out or chip it out off the glass. But because of a stupid choice by him, I am hobbled. And I am angry. Fortunately I don't know who it was and don't care. I would never retribute anyway. But the fact of the matter is I am not running, I am frustrated and I am badly in need of getting right and back out on the roads. And so for now; I wait...