Tomorrow we head to the Grand Caynon. Seriously, why do I keep doing this to myself? Here's how Sunday morning will play out (the day after the big run): Try to stand up from bed - I can't. Well, I can, but I need to stablize myself with the edge of the bed and the nightstand. Thinking about making a trip a good 14-16 feet to the toilet (that is, if I can manage to pee yet!). Hobble over there, hobble back to some horizontal surface to sit on - but not too low though. I won't be able to get back up. Pop some sort of anti-inflammatory (or tranquilizer) and see if I can loosen up a bit. I can't.
Who's up for breakfast? I am!, if I can do the penguin waddle to some sort of vehicle, then wedge myself into it - and please park as close as possible to the cafeteria - I'm gonna do approx 45 minute mile pace. Yes. 45. I hurt.
After eating, back in the car, go look at the S Rim view again. Head home. 5 days later, my limping is almost unnoticeable. Awesome. Let's do it again! :-)
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