The 2017 London marathon. A glorious day but high drama 11 days earlier when chasing after one of my dogs on my local beach at home I slipped, rammed my foot between two rocks and broke the fifth metatarsal of my right foot.
6 weeks rest was
ordered. No choice but to pull out of the Marathon, or was there no choice? I could not just give up on months of hard training.
Amazing what you can do with moleskin, bio freeze, toes taped together and a convenient mental aberration. I will
not try to deny it hurt but then, what's adrenalin for?
In June I had my regular post cancer follow up with the surgeon I had made that rash promise to. I had a nice medal to show him.