5 more days in the gym since Monday.

XXXVII days now in the gym with air cast.

6 weeks, 3 days since fracture.

I hiked around yesterday for about 23,000 steps. It was a cool winter’s day. And it felt great.

Eagerly, I await my final x Ray on Tuesday. I hope it shows complete white bone renewal. Solid white. No lines.

Solid.

Had a day of depression once last week. Partly due to not running, but mostly due to dreams of family–now forsaken by my “father.”

I’m 40 years old, but this shit messes with my head.

How can someone be so cold? How can someone hate the family he helped build, turning his back on us so he can give everything to a young woman who exploits him for his money?

It pains me greatly.

Meanwhile, I hang on.

Confident I will be running again before Christmas. With vigor, I accept the multitude of Christmas blessings, visiting French & German markets, spending increasingly icy days with my loving girlfriend, anticipating a bluegrass celebration of Jesus’s birth with mother, sister, nieces & nephews.

Tomorrow is never guaranteed.

Hang on through turmoil.

Believe. The burning will subside.

This ice signals salvation. And “the lights grow closer each day.”