By gcattarin on 12/23/2008 11:04 AM

I was thrilled when Doctor Foot Doctor offered to supply pictures of my surgery, though I was admittedly a little apprehensive.  Fascinating or nauseating?  I’ve certainly received plenty of views on that question.  And better, I’ve heard that thanks to these pictures, my readership has extended to some interesting places!  Overall, The Surgery Show has been a great hit.

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By gcattarin on 12/22/2008 11:00 PM

Crutches stink.  If you’ve been on them, you know this.  If not, you don’t have a clue.  You think they’re great fun.  You grab your friend’s (hopefully when he’s sitting down) and hop across the room with glee.  But when you really can’t afford to drop weight on that busted and/or patched up lower appendage, you quickly learn the truth.

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By gcattarin on 12/16/2008 11:21 PM

I can’t make this stuff up.  While my foot is still sheathed in bandages, resembling, as my co-workers put it, a huge wrapped up meatball grinder, while I still hobble on crutches, while I consciously yearn to run, my subconscious is at it as well.  I ran a marathon last night in 2:61.  Yeah, 2:61.  Dreams are like that.

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By gcattarin on 12/8/2008 10:00 PM

To hear Dr. Foot Doctor tell it, I am now medical history, but he doesn’t want any glory.  Certainly if nothing else I have provided for him an interesting week, apart from the usual bunions and fallen arches.  But it waits to be seen if this adventure will be successful.

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By gcattarin on 12/7/2008 5:40 PM

Headquarters has moved.  My tag line used to be, “Global Domination from the Basement” based on my office and command center deep in the bowels of my castle.  Now it’s the living room couch.  Working on from the tiny laptop screen instead of my luxurious multiple monitors downstairs does make me feel a little constrained, but my toes stay a lot warmer up here.

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By gcattarin on 12/5/2008 5:39 PM

The local anesthesia hasn’t yet totally worn off, and the Vicodin has already kicked in. So I’m in the post-op glow zone – no pain, relief that it’s over, and the potential misery hasn’t yet arrived.  The glow is enhanced by memories of the saints who cared for me today.

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By gcattarin on 11/29/2008 5:37 PM

It’s only the social aspect that’s preventing me from staging a mutiny right now.  My date with Mac the Knife is only six days out, and between now and then it is going to take a lot to keep me from running at least a bit.

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By gcattarin on 11/22/2008 5:36 PM

The days drift by like a blur.  I’ve been locked in my leg armor for over three weeks.  I always imagined that if I couldn’t run, I’d still be out there, helping at races, hanging out, whatever.  But being unable to drive, I’m really out of it.  If I don’t get a lift to it, or if it doesn’t come to be via email, I don’t know about it.  In this state of Nothingness, I’ve been oddly silent for the last two weeks, which I can’t stand, so first a quick update, then I’ll make Something out of Nothing by presenting a marathon tale fr Read More »

By gcattarin on 11/11/2008 5:35 PM

I’m in withdrawal, of course.  I’ve now been an administrative cripple for over a week.  Some of my friends have taken to call me Gimpy.   With no running adventures of my own to write about, I turn to the achievements of others.

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By gcattarin on 10/31/2008 5:33 PM

Discipline isn’t an unusual topic for a running column, or for any sport for that matter.  But I’m facing a different kind of discipline:  the discipline of doing darn near nothing.  It’s kind of weird.

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