Fractured and Stressed

For a few weeks, I have been toying with a post here titled "Scared Crit-less" that reflected back on August 26 of this year in my debut crit. That's me in the Quick Step jersey (in blue) on the left side of the photo. And I will write about it because it is a sort of funny athletic tale about how to measure success and failure. The big fear of that day was crashing. I had watched crits and seen harrowing crashes. I didn't want any part of that. On August 26, I didn't crash.

Ironic then, that I now find myself with a stress fracture in my right foot after six weeks of running. Read the excitement in prior posts as I returned to running and all that is on hold now. This is a long story. More coming.