This morning I went to my follow up doctor’s appointment to discuss Hampton. I was sort of imagining the doctor as the groundhog Punxsutawny Phil. I was hoping he wouldn’t see his shadow and say “No more rest! Hit the streets!” But instead, he saw his smart doctor shadow and said, “Two more weeks of rest.” Womp womp.

He told me to continue the PT and he gave me a script for iontophoresis. It’s basically a way to send medicine to the muscle or tendon using electrical current. He slapped one of the electrode and medicated bandages on Hampton and I definitely feel the current. It’s a strange feeling but I’m hoping it helps speed up the healing process.

At this point it’s looking like I am going to have no choice but to start the dreaded aqua jogging. It’s so boring and awful but to have any shot of running well at St Anthony’s on the 29th, it’s got to be done.

I’m annoyed by this set back, but since it’s really forced me to get stronger on the bike and on the swim, that’s exactly what I’ve been doing. I rode 31 miles yesterday and felt stronger than I have ever felt while riding. I did a small amount of pulling the two buddies I was with and also did some drafting, of course.

As much as I’d like to just go outside and run a few miles, I’m going to be a good patient and do what the doc says. I don’t want to make it worse because I took the plunge and signed up for my first half Ironman. Ho. Ly. Crap.

I’m planning on completing the 1/2 IM Augusta at the end of September. I’m excited and can’t wait to get that 70.3 magnet for my car. This is why it’s so important that I get Hampton gone once and for all. I want to get my strong run back so that I can finally start getting all three disciplines closer in alignment. That’s what being a triathlete means, right?

Happy Monday! Who else is looking forward to a great week?