This is my main gear closet on yet another 2010 morning in which I didn’t get into it.
I’ve beat around the bush several times over the past month that my year is off to a bad start. This post is either another in that series or the beginning of a new direction. Only time will tell.
The first circle on my 2010 calendar is was Red Hot Moab. Unfortunately, I’ve been sidelined pretty much completely since January 1, first by illness and now by injury. So Red Hot won’t be happening for me. (Since my current issues are back-related and do not respond favorably to travel, I won’t even be attending the event as a sponsor-spectator.)
As you might expect, I’ve gone back and forth several times on Kübler-Ross’s grief spectrum (denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance). I’ve finally concluded that I need to genuinely retrench with respect to my health, instead of merely sucking down a few muscle relaxants and tapping my foot impatiently until I feel juuust good enough to resume thrashing myself. To that end, I have just begun a course of treatment that will throw the kitchen sink at my troubles: acupuncture, ART, chiropractic and PT, supplemented, of course, with “independent study.”
Truthfully, I’ve let a few chronic hot spots hang around as unwelcome guests for far too long with my tendency to treat flare-ups with the bare minimum of medication and rest, and not a thing else. If missing Red Hot 2010 turns out to be the price I had to pay to finally address this stuff, it will be well worth it.
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Bugger. Good thing you don’t have an even bigger race on your calendar … oh, wait. Bugger.
Probably a good call to address the injury head-on right now, Good luck.
ART from my chiropractor and PT have been my saving graces. I don’t think I would have made it through RR100 last weekend without their help leading up to it. I hope they are just as, if not more, helpful for you!!
Oh noes! Sorry to hear about your injury! I hope that, with these aggressive rehab measures, you’ll be trail bound again soon.
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