Charleston can be something of a revolving door of visitors. You’d expect this in the summertime, but it is amazing how many different people have been here in January. I love visitors, but in January, the activities available in Charleston basically involve wandering around downtown eating and drinking all day and night. And, I’ve hurt myself. I was deathly afraid I had a stress fracture, because the pain started back in October, and then got better, and then got worse at the end of November, but I ignored it, and ran in a 5k, and then finished my last two tennis matches of the season, because it wasn’t so bad I couldn’t do those things, and I wanted to do them. I figured that if I didn’t run or play tennis over Christmas that by mid January my foot would be better. I probably should have been smarter about walking around in heels and going to yoga, but I wasn’t, and it didn’t get better. I finally went to the ortho last Friday, and I have posterior tibia tendinitis, but thankfully, nothing was broken. They put me in a walking air cast boot that goes all the way up to my knee, and I’m suppose to wear it for 4-6 weeks. Even though this sucks, the fact I don’t have to have a real cast or use crutches, is so awesome, that I really don’t care. I just want my foot to get better so I can go back to doing the things I want to do. I HATE being hurt. Although, I guess it is a good time of year to have a boot. If you have to have one. Maybe I will start swimming again, even if swimming makes me feel like I’m going to drown. Hopefully I will be able to go back to yoga soon.
I saw a real bluebird on Thursday. He was a soft sky blue and had a rust colored chest. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen a for real blue bird before. It was exciting. I’ve also eaten a ton of oysters in the past week. Oyster roasts are tons of fun. I recommend this activity as a cure for any winter blues.
Briscoe is super bored by my inability to walk any significant distance. She is super dirty, and desperately needs a hair cut. She looks like a car wash towel, after you washed the car.
Happy Super Bowl! I can’t decide who I want to cheer for, but the Super Bowl is always fun.
the thin line between optimism and delusion... 
I can totally relate; I have had a lingering wrist injury for a year. I had to pull out of spring tennis last year and made it through yoga school on lots of industrial-strength anti-inflammatories. I have always played through the pain, but definitely overdid it on this one. I finally had surgery last Tuesday. I’m in a soft cast until Friday, then in a brace for some undetermined amount of time. It’s inconvenient but I’m ready to deal with short-term annoyance for the sake of a long-term solution. I hope that you heal quickly and are back to tennis and yoga and walking the fluffy dog soonest. 🙂