I originally wanted to title this blog "I'm going to suck". What I didn't want is to have anybody think it was an advertisement for Jenna Jameson's newest installment.   I'm in northern Iraq with a cast on my broken  leg. I can't run. I tried to walk today with the cast on and even that was a bad idea. I've been in the gym working on the machines, and with dumbells, doing what I can with what I have.  I'm going to have to wear this cast for a couple more months and then I'll be able to even think about walking, let alone running. Basically what I'm saying is my run time will suck, in the beginning. Of course that won't last forever, but while I get back on top of my game, not being able the run the way I know I can will kill me inside. And to add insult to injury, there's a 5k run coming up in just a few days, the second run since my injury. What's worse is that there were NO running events before I got hurt. I'm not angry in the least. A little ticked maybe, but not angry.  I'll be out there cheering my battle buddies on, and of course, booing the Air Force (jk). It's just going to take a little while before Baby D is back, but when she is, you'll know it, or at least the northern Iraq and western Iran will know it. Not because I'll scream it from the rooftops, but because they'll feel the wind as I run by. So a message to all the sheep, the wolf is healing, and you're on the clock.