It's kind of like Christmas Eve...

...except I'm hoping that by this time Wednesday I'm not Tiny Tim.

I'm looking forward to being a normal human being again—even if that means I can't run a while longer.

It'll be nice to walk on two feet again. To not draw attention to myself whenever I enter a room. To be able to sneak up on people again.

But I really don't know what to expect. Is six weeks enough for these fractures to heal? I guess I'll just prepare for the worst and hope for the best. Even if imagining another couple days on crutches makes my stomach turn. I'll try to stop listening longingly to Neo on the treadmill too.

No visions of sugar plums tonight. Maybe I can still hope for a Thanksgiving race.