Laws of gravity...

What goes up must come down (sometimes really hard...)
Last year I learned that you can quickly raise to a level of almost an athlete. In 6 months you an train to ride a bicycle for 100 miles, and run a marathon (or a half-marathon - even if you injured yourself half-way though the training). Then I learned that you can quickly diminish to almost "zero" by not training at all. Over the months following my Nike 2007 half-marathon, the only exercise I had was the one I was doing to rehabilitate my foot, from injury that I incurred during the training season, and the run. The new year came and gone, with me not doing much else than complaining about the foot not being 100%, or my work overtaking my life. But I guess I didn't know that it can go any worse from there. I guess when you think your life sucks, you never think that it can go worse, that you didn't hit the rock bottom. You need some sort of eye-opener, to realize that you're just a complainer, and you need to get your "shit" together - there are worse things than ankle fracture, foot sprain, tendonitis and asynovitis and fascitis - things that can be treated with physical therapy. So then at the height of the summer, I went to my PCP, and complained about a cyst on my chest, asking if it can be looked up, cause it looks like it's bruised up for along period of time, and it's sensitive to touch. The PCP send me to a general surgoen, who in turn guesstimated that it's a ruptured cyst and it can be taken out - nothing to worry about - a pretty much cosmetic procedure (except that in my definition cosmetic procedure leave you looking better not with just more scars, but I guess that not the definition that health-care companies in the US use). This is how my current journey began - and over next few days I'll try to cover that.