I've just stopped running. Only for a short while. Until my right hand's pinkie gets healed. It has now a big, nice splint on it.
It happened all of a sudden, last Sunday, while I was out running. On a perfect weather day, not too hot, but not too cold either, I tripped while running on the concrete side-walk, fell and broke the articulation of my little finger bone. It hurt like hell, but it hurt more because I had guests for the Easter dinner and there I was, sitting in the ER of Trillium Hospital, waiting to learn my fate.
Yesterday, I went to see the specialist. He looked at my x-rays and gave me the verdict: "your bone has twisted in its socket and needs to be put back in its position". Immediately after, he inserted through my finger a needle with the freeze to numb the area and then he turned my little finger and put the bone back in place. I had tears in my eyes and I whimpered while looking away from him. To assuage my pain, the doctor was making silly jokes with me. He kept telling me: "Stop worrying about me! I'm fine!"
Now I'm sporting a nice, big, white splint, where both my pinkie and my ring fingers are stuck together in a bended position. And this will be my ordeal for the next three weeks.
Needless to say, this was typed completely with my left hand.
As for running, it will have to wait for a short while.