As the weekend looms into existence I ponder what it is that I’ll be doing these next few days off. My dislocated shoulder is still in the healing phase and my leg seems to still feel like a wooden peg. Captain Ahab can have his limp back. The first week has been rough. I’ve run out of Vicodin and my addiction for that loopy feeling is overcome by sprints of pain to my left shoulder. I still wake up in the middle of the night due to the shoulder discomfort. I guess it will be another week before I can actually start running again. No exercise for two weeks. Lame. I’ve probably put on about 5-10 lbs just from being a couch potato. Maybe I can squeeze a bike ride in this weekend if the gods are nice. Hopefully the road rash I got on my knee is not so uncomfortable that I can actually break a sweat doing something. The only exercise I’ve gotten in the last week has been going up and down the stairs which I vehemently have avoided. Worse comes to worse I can always read some of the books I have. Where are friends when I need them?

Its been awhile since I’ve used Sunday as a relaxation day. So as I sit here on the couch watching the opening weekend of NFL I agonize in pain as half my body is remembering what it felt like to crash hard yesterday. A trip to the emergency room, a lot of lacerations and a bottle of Vicodin are all I remember from the weekend thrill ride. You ask how I got these? It all started off with a mountain bike ride down Morning Glory in San Luis Obispo. I don’t remember much of yesterday except the fact that I ended up in the emergency room with a concussion. I really have no recollection of the crash and slightly remember going to the hospital. Must have been a great wreck. Today has been equally as painful. I’m missing a big chunk of my knee, I can only lift my left arm shoulder height and my neck feels like crap. So this is what a concussion feels like. I hardly remember what happened yesterday. Must have been real fun. I’m off to get some rest and take some more Vicodin. Good times!