Yeah, I got the boot.   At least for the next 2 weeks and 2 days until I go back to the doc.  Stress fracture, 4th metatarsal = no cape cod marathon, no running, no cycling, no kicking in the pool, no yoga, no weight baring activity.  All boot all the time.

What can I do?  Get back in the gym with the meat heads and pump some iron, swim with the pool buoy  and yes, you guessed it…pool jogging.  I know that some of you might be suspicious and wondering if I took a hammer to my foot just to be sentenced to another 6 weeks of pool jogging.  Well you can stop that crap thought right now.  Believe me, the last thing I want to hear 9 months after injuring this exact freaking spot is it probably never healed fully the first time and it’s fractured, sentencing me to a short term life of low carb, high protein bullshit.

I officially withdrew from the Cape Cod marathon on Friday and signed up to volunteer.  Since I have plenty of family and friends on the Cape my trip is far from a bust, it just means more wine and less suffering (at least the physical kind).    As Tony Soprano would say, ‘whateva the f$#%’.

Came home from work yesterday to find a surprise treat at the door for the kids.  Our friends Tara and Adam, affectionately known as T&A, must have been feeling quite generous and dog deprived when they bought a new polar bear toy for Harry and a pink barbie butterfly for Lhasa.  They got freaky with their new babies and then crashed hard a night of retarded Scrabble and Entourage.