Life is funny. I finally got over the summer's bout with giardia, had an awesome 35 mile ride along the Continental Divide last Sunday... feeling strong, enjoying good health, looking forward to 24 Hours of Moab... and, then...
... seven miles from the finish of the ride, on a level, gently twisty trail I go a bit too fast. Net result: fractured kneecap.
All in all, not too bad; no twists or torn ligaments. I'm gimping around pretty well, and on Tuesday I gather up my X-rays and go to sports medicine specialists in Boulder to get the real scoop. I'm thinkin' it isn't gonna be too bad. And that maybe, MAYBE, the 24 Hours of Moab (Oct. 15 & 16) will still be possible, just at a bit diminished pace and distance.
And after watching all the folks in New Orleans, I'm feeling mighty fortunate; I have no problems at all.
Though watching the painful, costly bumbling of our federal government (for whom I work) brings me pain, rage, embarrassment and frustration. The folks on the ground are doing great, heroic work while the "show horses" in Washington spout meaningless bullshit about how hard it all is.
I think of that old adage: LEAD, FOLLOW, OR GET THE HELL OUT OF THE WAY.
'nuff said for now.