About two weeks ago, I bruised my ribs pretty bad (see http://cookiesbydave.com/occupational-hazard/).  Even though it still hurts, apparently there is nothing you can do about it.  Just wait for it to heal.  Until that time, life is no problem, unless of course you want to pick something up, roll over in bed, or tie your shoes.  Other than that type of thing, nothing out of the ordinary.  And yes, I am whining.  And yes, I would like some cheese with my whine.

Speaking of cheese, one problem with the bruised ribs is that my single form of exercise (running) is off the table, but I still enjoy eating cheese at the table.  Yep, the whole incoming/outgoing calories thing is a bit out of whack.  Occasionally, I try to run again, which lasts for about two steps.  Ouch.  Give it time.  The ribs will heel.  Wait.

While I wait, my super fit wife suggested walking as a way to keep my caloric imbalance in check.  I took the advice and have really been trying to walk.  Lunch, after work, whenever.

Last week, there was a beautiful day, so I figured I would fit in my walk over lunch.  I planned on walking over to the grocery store across the street and buy myself an apple for lunch.  And yes, I have become this pitiful.  So, I bought my apple and like a renegade, I decided to cross the busy street well before the crosswalk.  Yes, I know, “Dave, you sure know how to live dangerously.”  Well, not so much, but one thing that made this crossing exciting was that I had forgotten about my inability to run, which comes in handy, especially when you are jaywalking and speeding cars are racing down on your sorry meandering self.

So there I am hobble jaywalking across the street with my apple in hand, when a speeding black Nissan rounded the corner.  Then in an act of self preservation, something wonderful happened.  I was able to run across the street!  Plus, for that glorious 25 feet, I believe the strides were pain free.  Now, all I need to do is arrange for a bear to chase me at the gym and I should have no problem returning to exercise.

Yes, the road to recovery is long, but there’s something about the alternative of instant death, which makes the whole process much more palatable.