Immobile Again, Spectating The Police Marathon

I've been rendered immobile and useless again, with more physical injury and pain. I won't go into any more specifics: the instances of irony are so complicated, and just too ridiculous to relate, and if I did write the whole story out this entire entry would just turn into a great big whine-fest. I'm forced to sit still again for another stretch of recovery time, back on pain medication, and now including muscle relaxants for this time around (so I feel especially feeble). I'm going absolutely crazy with having all this time off, without being able to do anything useful, or be fit enough in body or the senses to do anything else productive or enjoyable.


I wish this picture showed it better, but the river ice in the
background is still at least 30 cm at it's thickest.

I'm tired of analyzing and cramming my head full of details of vehicle consumer reports, engine specs, and car adverts. It's all pointless since I'm now too groggy to do any objective test driving. I switched over to reading science journals and technology magazines for a bit of change: stuff that normally interests and impresses me, but it's just not sticking in my head right now, and I'm only giving myself eye strain. I'm alright and better in the mornings, and today I've had enough lucidity to check out the Saskatoon Police Marathon 2013. It's a shame that I am this way, or else I would have registered. However, given the weather conditions today, I'm glad I didn't. It was minus four Celsius, but with the wind chill and the humidity blowing off from the river, it felt more like -18; I was very underdressed for it. It has been the coldest beginning of the third week of April that I ever experienced in my life. Ella was with me, and she was almost putting crawl marks into the sidewalk, as she tried to drag me back to the car after fifteen minutes of being around the unsheltered part of the landing along the north bank. Despite her small size, given my current state, it was really painful to restrain her. She would make a good midget sled-dog: if she could tolerate cold better.



My friend, Marilyn, was a real trooper to endure
the five km stretch of this race.

I went to be inspired, so as to not lose hope for myself. If things don't get any worse, and if I just learn to have enough patience to sit still long enough to heal right, and endure a few chiropractic and massage treatments, I hope to be back training again by this coming Wednesday.

I don't know what I'm going to be supplementing my time with to prevent me from snapping into to doing something rash to quell my boredom. On these meds, my brain feels the same way now as it does after being tossed around after a night shift, so I feel especially vulnerable to being stupid and allowing myself to be a victim of my own poor choices. Shopping for cars should thus be definitely out of the question.