I'm in a race to destroy my body right now. Just as my stress fracture is healed up what happens, I go wreck my bike. Riding too fast in a place where I should not have been, lets just say my judgment hasn't always been a strength. The crash was pretty, or so I've been told. It also left me with a fractured distal clavicle. My parting gift is a plate and some screws to hold my shoulder in place while I slowly work my way through a bottle of Hydrocodone. Surgery was Thursday, I feel like the recovery is going well. Five months till Ironman.