“You have a costochondral sprain,” the doc told me as I pulled my shirt back over my head. “If you’d come to me before the marathon, I’d have told you not to run.”
“Then it’s a good thing that I didn’t come see you,” I told him, smiling.
“Yeah,” he laughed. “Don’t lift any weights or pull anything using your chest muscles.”
“So, does that mean no visits to the rock climbing gym?” I asked him.
“Are you sure you want to ask?” he shot back, lifting his eyebrows and smiling.
I thought about the wisdom of having opened my mouth for a moment.
“It can take as long as a fracture to heal, maybe a couple months,” he continued. “I’d lay off it till it feels better if I were you.”
Dang, I hate it when Jennifer’s right.