Zeke, in his Countdown, stumbles forward.
We pinch the drip tube on the meds. He’s woozy coming down, he grasps for his footing.
The morning 5-milers, have been cut to half-milers, or less, this routine interrupted indefinitely.
A rash here, a rash there, in the most personal of his private parts, all swollen and inflamed from being scratched raw. (Is there no mercy?)
His left eye, now red and goopy, fails him badly in snatching nuts tossed from a few feet. His depth perception askew, his jaws pathetically snap at air. He can’t see them.
He limps, his back foot drags a broken toe, an affliction caught chasing a friend he could not catch. His muscles atrophied, his bones snap like twigs. (This is painful to watch.) [Read more…]