I'm not sure I ever announced this on my blog, but my running schedule went on about a two-week hiatus as a result of my pulling/tearing/cleaving/pulverizing one of the tendons/ligaments/muscles in the back of my right knee. For awhile, I was afraid I was going to have to bury my half-marathon-plans at wounded knee, but I've been back at it the past week and a half. You'd be surprised at how much running you can do with only minimal movement of your right knee, so long as your left leg, right ankle, and arms are willing to pick up the slack. Anyway, getting back just to where I was before has been slow, and tonight was the first night where I really felt I had my lungs at something approximating 90% of where they were.
When I got back, I was fairly exhausted, and upon going into my bathroom to shower, I slouched back against my back wall, just like I have numerous times before. Before, though, nobody was using their heat in the building, so the fact that I'd been slouching against one of the radiator pipes went unnoticed. As opposed to tonight, where that same pipe seemed like it was somewhere around 300 degrees. It felt sort of like that time the phone rang when I was ironing. Anyway, I'm going to be annoyed if at the end of this fellowship I look back and think: two years at Harvard, and all I have to show for it is some freaky vertical scar down my back. If it does scar, I'll have to come up with a better story to tell about it, preferably involving my foiling a plot to take over the world and perhaps some Ninja as well.