Can't catch a break...

unless it leaves me broke(n).

As much as I swear this will not turn into a running blerhg, here's the quick version of how it's going.

After almost three weeks of limping around after starting up with too much enthusiasm, I started up once again.  A couple miles ran most earnestly, a day off, a careful 5k on Saturday after a morning ride.  As long as I keep this... patient.  Humble.  Meager.

Sunday, I was riding BYT with Bill Nye.  Ten minutes in, I suggested we session something on the Tech Loop.  Something that often stymies me on a 32X18... a couple narrow gaps between boulders, a hard loose left 90° turn uphill into a mess of rocks with a hard right around even more rocks at the top.  I know the lines, the crux points, and the speed I need to get up everything.  I just have a hard time putting it all together.

I'm on my third try when I discover a new impediment.   There's a pretty large boulder before the left hand turn with quite a sharp protuberance hidden in the weeds that's just about ankle high on the left hand side when the pedal is almost at the bottom of its rotation.  I noticed it when I smashed my pinkie toe directly into it.

You know when you're pretty sure you broke something but you just tell yourself you didn't?

Anyways, it was a hell of a smash.  I made it through the rest of the ride with an occasional stabbing pain when I twisted my foot this way or hit a bump that way.  Ignored it the rest of the day, set my alarm early for a run on Monday, woke up, got dressed... made it about five paces.

Some time about 27 hours later.  The colors are coming in nicely.

So that's that.  I don't know if it's broken or not, but unless a toe is hanging off and looking like a curly fry, does anyone even go to the doctor for an X-ray for this kinda thing?

The waiting game begins again until I can re-re-re-start my running thing.  Mebbe tomorrow?

Bike related, the meats for my new behk showed up on Saturday:

All I can say is that I put a lot of thought into what I want this bike to do and what tires fill those needs.  These are the schralpiest tires that I can imagine pedaling up a mountain in order to get down, a very similar tire combo (mebbe the same?) to what was on the Yeti BB 5.5 I rode in Wyoming a few weeks ago.  That Aggressor is one mean back tire, and the Minion DHF is legendary at this point.

For now, I just look at them sitting on the pile of parts in the corner waiting patiently for more parts and a frame to hang them on.

The bike hornies are palpable.