I really can't expect to use my body in the way I have for the last five years and come out without some minor injury. I have postponed the inevitable too long and physical therapy starts next week. Not that I am complaining; if you know me you know that's not my style. I am going to someone I (unfortunately) have been to before and he worked wonders with me last time. I am hoping Mike and I can have similar results this round. You see...it's my shoulder. And it started with that ridiculous 5 am wipeout I took a couple of months ago with my running club. Silly me, I thought it would get better on its own. But last week's race showed me that it's time to call in the support troops and rehab this the right way. So there you have it. Just a matter of fact.
