Doctor’s Orders this morning from my family practice doctor were to stay off the knee, stay on the Aleve, and rest up for a week to a week-and-a-half. That insinuated no climbing. The Doc called this evening and I told him what my family practice doctor had said, and he said with a laugh, “Well, you’re not going to listen, are you?!” No, most likely not. If it’s not one thing, it’s another. I’m going to exercise on the bike, climb as much as I can on it, and get the circulation flowing to my injured ligament so that it stops hurting and I can climb like I’m supposed to! I told the Doc that I follow his Doctor’s Orders. “That’s your fault. That’s not my fault,” he laughed. He told me to go to the gym, talk with some of my climbing buddies, ride the bike, climb some, and hang out at the gym, because it’s a much better environment for me. “You’ve got to get busy. Otherwise, you’re just going to stew. You’ve got to get busy so that you don’t think about this other stuff. Think about something good. You know, you have good runs and bad runs. We’ve talked about this before. You do have good runs. Try to make the good runs longer and the bad runs shorter.”
Content Rating PG, for the most part
I try to keep the content of my posts in the PG range (meaning that maybe your 13-year-old should not read it... Just kidding!) - you know, something I could get away with tastefully in the town square without getting lynched, tarred-and-feathered, or hung (and something my mother would NOT wash my mouth out with soap for). As far as what age you have to be to understand some of the subtleties of my humor in writing and/or speaking, well... That may vary. A lot.