On Hamstrings

Well, I’d thought that I’d pulled my hamstring muscle last Saturday, trying to race Snookums around the exercise track. But I finally went to the doctor, and she disagreed. She thinks I ruptured a blood vessel. I go get a CT scan today to find out for sure.

So, that’s why I just can’t get worked up about the U.A.E. ports thing[*1] , or Sasha Cohen and the Olympics[*2] , or even the woeful SDSU men’s basketball team[*3] . Bummer about that Golden Dome mosque thing[*4] over in Iraq.

It’s just hard to get too worked up about a lot of things when your primary worry is to not take too long a stride, in order to avoid stabbing shooting pain in your leg.