Taking the Bitter Medicine

Letter to the Mayor:

"Pat:  I read your vivid description of your injury, and all I can say is OUCH!!!  Jeez, that must have hurt!!

Best wishes for a speedy recovery, and we all hope to see you on the road soon."

Letter from the Mayor:

"Richard:  Thanks.  It is amazing how fast one can go into shock after a painful injury, and one sees one of their body parts in a discombobulated position!  It will take a long process, but I plan on a comeback."

Letter to the Mayor:

"Good!  Keep us posted.  I’m out for a few days with some tendinitis in my lower leg – too much mileage, combined with too much kneeling while pointing my new rock patio.  I kept coming back, running 2 miles, then 4 miles, then OUCH!  So I’m taking that bitterest medicine for all runners, Rest.  7 days tomorrow.  That’s what you need to do on a grander scale, but I’m confident you will be running again.  In the meantime, it must be pretty hard on Sally (as it is on Martha at this end)." 

And so that sums it up.  Seven days tomorrow.  My purpose holds to be uncharacteristically cautious and REST.  Rest that, paraphrasing the Bard, knits up the raveled sleeve of care.  And so this blog will rest, too, until further notice.  

If anybody is reading. . .

"Rest, rest, perturbed spirit" - Hamlet, Act I, Scene 5.