I'm twenty today. I have never before had a birthday that feels like a victory; there was a time when I didn't think I would make it this far, and today represents a success on my part, and perhaps reflects my strong will to live. The self-preservation that effects my thoughts and actions is good for something.
On a . . . lighter? . . . note, the third metatarsal of my right foot is in danger of snapping. I felt the stress fracture break on a run the other week, but I didn't make the connection between pain and broken until a few nights ago. So, running is out for six weeks. As is skiing, hiking, and all of the other things I was looking forward to at home.
I guess I can always bike?
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