Winning was not on the menu. Sandbagging, well that's another thing. But believe me when I say that even within the fine art of my sandbagging, I never entertained winning for one second in Portland. Not even deep down, as a secret. I didn't think I could finish without walking, much less win.
It's that time again! I'm just getting out of the boot, and want to scale back to weight bearing exercise but not so quickly that the injury crops back up. This boot sentence was fairly short (2 weeks), so the progression is a little faster than post-navicular screw for example.