Today was my first day back at the gym since hurting my foot. It's gotten a little bit better, but still is pretty darn tender. Apparently I have a small stress fracture, but it's so small that the first doctor did not see it in the x-ray. Still, I walk with a limp and it might go on for a while, like several weeks. I'm afraid my running career might nearly be over. Maybe a guy who tips the scales at well over 200 lbs should stick to the eliptical machine. Or maybe I just have to get fancy shoes - although the podiatrist did check out my old Adisasis, and he said they were fine. I don't know. We'll see what he says during the follow-up, which is set for August 2.
Anyhow, it was nice to get back to the gym and work up a little bit of a sweat, mostly on the bike and from lifting weights. However, I wrapped my foot so tightly that I limped more than I do without the wrapping. I might stick with no wrap tomorrow; the doctor said to leave it on for a week, and tomorrow will mark six days.
My sister flies in tomorrow, and I plan on bringing her to Brewer's Art right after she touches down to show her Baltimore's best bar. She just told me yesterday that she broke up with her longterm boyfriend yesterday, so the trip couldn't come at a better time for her. It will be nice to bond with my sister for a few days. I've decided to drive to Ocean City on Friday morning with her, stay there a few hours, and then drive up to Rehoboth Beach to spend the night and be there in the morning. I actually booked a hotel room, which is something my spontaneous self doesn't usually like to do. It is probably for the best, though.
Gandolfini - I love doing the column from Europe because your clock is way ahead of everyone in the States (especially L.A. — nine hours!). But I was asleep five or six...
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