This was taken in late April, 2008. Almost a year ago, Joel dramatically broke his foot running a long-distance race - an 8 person, 80 mile run. He was forced off the road by a driver of an extended-mirror truck who went barreling down the old country road that the race was being run on. Joel decided to dive into a ditch rather than take a side mirror to the face, and when he landed in the ditch, his foot broke. He got back up, and continued to run on it for a mile and a half to finish his leg of the relay. Once the swelling went down over the next few days, it was painfully apparent that he had broken bones. X-rays confirmed those suspicions. He spent the next 8 weeks in this ugly, heavy boot. Needless to say his running (and mine, as his running buddy) took a backseat.
We've signed up for 5k Fun Run in a month at a conference, and I am NOT looking forward to this event. I'm struggling to keep up motivation after just a mile. I've got to hit the pavement quite a bit over the next few weeks in order to manage to make it through a 5k. I'm all, is it okay that I look like Homer Simpson running right now? Huff, puff, huff, puff.