Its been 28 days since I wrecked my knee and associated muscle groups at the Chicago Marathon. I haven't run a step since then. I have been doing 4 days a week at the gym of varying combinations of elliptical, bike, and pool work. It all feels ok until I try anything with true weight bearing impact. Someone really freaked me out on election night who in a well being way asked me "Do you think you will ever be able to run again?" I sure hope so but plan to stick to the training, massage, and maybe even some accupuncture for another month or so and see if I can ramp up for at least the first half of our Rome jaunt.
In the meantime, I have been obsessing about the nightmare vision of the other 28 days given to us by Danny Boyle which included fast zombies. If Boyle is right, I am doomed since I have no chance of outrunning the fast ones but should be easily able to avoid and evade the traditional slow shambling kind. Also I am a little baffled by the growing prevalence of zombie runs where volunteer zombies try to grab you from the sand traps and shubbery where they are hiding on the assigned cross-country courses.