A doctor told me that I had broken my foot the day before, while running on a treadmill. The workout log entry for the previous day's run (revised post-hoc) is darkly amusing in retrospect.
The broken foot pushed me headfirst over the edge into the deep end -- a "journey" of pool-running. Just moving my legs in place for hours on end, and then blogging about it.
It was a long trip back. With good days, special days, and tough days. But in the end, it was worth it.
I'm not a positive person by nature. "Inspiration" gives me acne and "hope" a headache; I prefer my daily mug of cynicism, with a seasoning of black humor. [to that point, I'm highly amused by the fact that my hot water heater is once again broken, just as it was a year ago]
But one thing I've always believed is that when bad things happen, it's an opportunity to self-assess and make positive changes.
And in this case, I did, and it's worked out pretty darn well, if I do say so myself.
Thanks for a fun year, guys.