The Surge

End of Feb. I plodded along enjoying running the marathon with thousands of others, I carried a water bottle, filled it when it needed filling and could go on past the crowds of the 26 aid stations. I have always preferred a water bottle until the Nathan came along, which I got to avoid any more strain from carrying the water bottles. That night as I was cooking my line partner looked frightened pointing to my hand, which sported a welt. It was decided to be just a ganglion cyst, no big, and no pain( this was before my DNS at Mass). The hand doc wasn't buying that, the X-rays didn't show that, and we went to the knife last Friday. So it's been a week and all is well or so it seems. I am looking to Tuesday for my four week cast, wanting to run though would be ok if it wasn't for this towel wrap of a bandage which I figure will just sponge all my sweat into a nice stinking mess. Maybe I'll wait to run right before I go in for the cast and then we take it off, clean up the wound,pull stitches,and who's to care? Boodini looks at the wrap, sniffs, lucky for me she isn't disapproving of the get up.She doesn't like things sometimes.