I slipped on a wet rock in Arizona, did the splits like a ballerina, and tore my hamstring clean off my pelvis.
Instant agony...
Then the ignominy of having Dr. Nick, an orthopedic surgeon with very large hands, stitch it back onto my ass.
I was left with a choice...
Do I say no to running for all eternity?
Or let the optimist inside of me wonder... Might I …
