Brutal Honestly--Lexie's On A Roll

So we're in the kitchen this morning, and I'm making breakfast. We haven't had bacon in a very long time, so I bought a package of bacon to cook for breakfast.

The kids are eating, and Jarrod asks, "Is this fat? Can I eat the fat on the bacon?"

I replied, "Yes, you can eat fat."

To which Lexie added, "DB, does that mean we can eat your belly?"

Highlights

I was lying on the bed with my head in Deborah's lap when Lexie, 6, came in to sit with mommy. Lexie started putting multiple pony tails in mom's hair while we watched a movie. The conversation between Lexie and Deborah was all about hair, including Deborah's highlights.

After a few minutes, Lexie looked at my hair and said, "Look mommy. DB has highlights too. See, here, here, there, and over his ears."

Highlights? Yeah, I have some "highlights," but the good thing is I still have hair.

I love...

There are many people/things that I love...

I love being married to Deborah and kissing her throughout the day.

I love our kids--even after I've been entertaining them at a fun park for hours. I want some of that energy.

I love sweat dripping off my elbows, nose, and running shorts. I thought about writing that I love bleeding nipples, but I don't really love that part. It's the workout that I love.

I love studying and thinking about new ideas.

I love the first real snow of the year that covers the mountaintops. This morning the mountains had a fresh coat of snow.

What a great day and great life I have.

It's Broke

The radiologist and my sports medicine doctor finally reviewed the MRI. The tibia is fractured, which explains why my leg hurts and swells every day. No running for at least 3 months (yuk!). No bike, no elliptical, and no stairs for at least 6 weeks. No swimming for 3 weeks. Nothing. Crutches and a boot to move around for 6 weeks until we can see if the bone is healing. If not, I will need a pin inserted to help the healing.

I can't type long enough or fast enough to sweat, so I guess I'll have to start watching my diet to keep from weighing 300 lbs by the wedding. Oh, the wedding. It's on September 12. And with my injuries and Deborah's injuries, we're hoping we don't have to make a trip to the Scooter Store for our walk/ride/drive down the aisle together.

Another MRI, and I Know I'm 49

This aging crap sucks. After a really good training period leading up to the Estes Park 1/2 marathon, my left tibia/ankle/foot blew out. I held out hope that I could still run the 1/2, but the weekend of the event, my ankle was still swollen. After the hike, I had to ice the ankle and take 12 Motrin per day to reduce the swelling and pain.

So, it was off to the field of magnets for an image.


I'm not a medical doctor, but it looks like something isn't "right" around the tibia. Hopefully, my sports medicine doc will tell me I'm injured and how to fix it on Thursday. I told him during my initial visit that he has to keep me together through next year so that I can run a marathon at 50.

Plumber's Butt

Deborah has convinced me that since we live near the mountains, we really should hike the mountains. During our first 6.5 mile hike, I convinced her that plumbers and hikers present the same view.

Happy New Year 2010

Happy new year!