I've been rather quiet relative to the past 4 1/2 years on this blog because I have not had a run, or a ride, or even a swim that I'm just dying to gush about. Prediction: that is about to change.
Today was my MRI. I will bet $10 (takers? You are probably safe -- I bet on the Broncos last week) that the diagnosis is "tendinosis." I will move quickly to blame co-bloggers on a theory of electronic contagion. Tendinosis is, of course, a degenerative problem in the tendon caused by overuse, the cure for which is less use.
My cure will be different use. I'm planning to run in two ways: shorter and faster and longer and slower. I want to find some trails that disappear into the woods and do not emerge until long after the batteries on my iPod wear down. The next day I want to set a few PRs in distances that I deeply fear, like the 10K, 8K, 5K -- even 2 and 1 mile. I'd like to win my age group a few times and run long miles with no competitive goal whatever. I hope to break last year's record of three runs with co-bloggers. Four? Even five?
I've now been in off mode since early October when I ditched my plans to run the Rehoboth Beach marathon. I think I have decided that the way back to "on" is to redefine the term, for a while at least. Breaking three hours can wait until 2015.