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Malpractice.

Katie does not use crutches. Katie will never use crutches. Crutches are for the people who can't handle their own weight. I, however, can hold my own weight just fine. Someone should inform the physical therapist as soon as possible so he can realize the diabolical issue he has caused me and correct his mistake immediately.

...yet for some odd reason I find myself crutching down Comm Ave being passed by 90 year old women and squirrels. This isn't exactly what I had in mind when I said I loved a good metal frame - I was referring to a bike. Not crutches.
So it could be a stress fracture. Will I keep racing? Absolutely. Will I train through it? Probably. Will it hurt? Definitely.
I'll just get really, really good at swimming, and even more specifically, pulling. And I can work on my pull ups and crunches.
Maybe biking won't hurt too bad either if I keep to the flats and don't crank in high gears.

This will be just fine =)

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