I Am Still Not Joan Benoit

When you have the enthusiasm and the passion, you end up figuring out how to excel. – Deena Kastor

My recuperative view in Dog Cabin

I won’t be going to the 2021 Track & Field Olympic Trials in Eugene, Oregon.

Worse still, I will not be meeting friends, new and old, at the Wild Duck. So you can stop asking if you’ll see me there.

Thank you all, but every query is somewhat heartbreaking.

The original diagnosis was eight to twelve weeks in the therapeutic boot. But that was before I dropped my cane on my foot. A medal-winning Seal Team Six sniper could not have hit the bigger incision with greater accuracy.

I’m lucky that way.

The surgeon managed to moderate his gasp, but I get the impression my recovery is set back a week or two.

As is showering or hot tubbing or long walks with the dog.

I have the enthusiasm, I have the passion. But I don’t have the body.

Won’t even bother to tell you about treatment for the third gonad.

Just another way I differ from Joanie.

JB seen here in tender years, on the job. Photo courtesy of Jeff Johnson.

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