Running like a boss with a broken wrist
The date is 25th of January, 2015. As usual, we are drinking tea at the local Teahouse after a nice winter run with friends. As the discussion goes on until 11pm, I decide to accompany one of the girls to run home, who live at the other end of the city. We say our goodbyes, and I head back home. Due to the "perfect texture" on the roads, I fell on my right (and dominant) hand after a glorious ballet performance. As the pain was not really decreasing, I went to the hospital next day, and got a nice temporary plaster.
The doctor started to explain to me, how many weeks it will take to heal, that I should not let water near the plaster, etc. Probably to Her surprise my response was the following question:
Thank You, but can I run with it?!
