I'm 99% sure my wrist isn't broken. Tuesday it still hurt pretty bad, but Wednesday morning the pain was almost gone and I had full range of motion again. I kept wearing the brace on and off to provide support, but yesterday I opted to go commando in that sense.
I went for a trail run. You know it's coming. Like any good bullheaded moose I got my left foot caught on a stick buried under leaves and I went down on my right wrist again. There was no (more) pain, and I got up and kept running without a second thought.
This morning the faded bruises around my wrist finally started showing through the skin. I had already decided to wear the brace all day today anyway, but that just gave me more reason.
Of course I had a meeting with some other planners today and got the "oh, is that just for attention?" questions as I also did at our office's Thanksgiving potluck. The question came up so often ("what happened to your wrist?") that I finally just started answering: "Nothing, I'm just wearing this for attention."
In regards to that trail run yesterday, I did the Sand Gap loop--same one I did last spring--but slower and it banged me up more. I felt pretty rough yesterday afternoon, and I've been lumbering around like an old man today. While my usual four mile runs have been going well, stepping it up straight to 8+ might not have been a good idea. Oh well.
Next week is Thanksgiving, so I don't know that I'll be cranking out a lot of posts. I hope to be generating a lot of inspiration for future posts, but don't count on seeing a lot of bloggage until after the holiday.