2015 is not going to be a high-mileage year.
Friday night I went to pick up pizza, 5 days later I’m on the couch with extremely limited mobility. I was just walking along, going for pizza as any 72 year old man might do. As I entered the Little Caesar’s carb factory, did I trip, did my Achilles Tendon give way on its own? I don’t know. Maybe a little of each. The fall kind of hurt, at least my hip did. My left foot didn’t feel much of anything but there was something not right about it. I could walk on my heel and could flex the foot, didn’t seem broken, but the tendon was, call it sloppy. I took the pizza home, enjoyed a couple of pieces and eventually went to the emergency room, not really wanting a sloppy tendon for the rest of my life. (I’ve been to the emergency room before and knew it was going to be a while. I didn’t let Jeanne go with me as she was hardly walking.) I was there for 4 hours before I saw a doctor. He recommended I make an appointment to see a specialist come Monday. Email would have worked just fine for that, and would have been a lot faster. I overheard a woman out in the hall say, “I’ve been here 5 hours and I’m bleeding. I’m going somewhere else.” Well, it was Friday night.
So, the trip was 2 hours down, 2 hours back, that’s 4, 2 hours sitting on a bench (getting cold every time someone opened the nearby door to come in) and one hour resting in the car. I didn’t want to go onto the convention floor because I didn’t want to expose myself to the people who would still go to Comic-Con even when sick, i.e. anyone that was sick and a fan. So, overall it was 7.5 hours invested by the time we got home. I was really dragging, although only one foot.
While driving I drank two 5-hour energy drinks and a travel thermos of coffee to stay alert. Although I was unbelievably tired when we got home my brain would not shut down and I couldn’t go to sleep until after 1:00 A.M.
That was then and this is today, the warmest, driest day, best riding day we’ve had in a while but, needless to say, I didn’t go for a bike ride. I know, excuses, excuses.