Two weeks after breaking a rib, I ran 12 miles, my longest run this year (I also ran 12 on Jan. 1). Today I ran 11, increasing my weekly mileage by about 500% with two runs. After falling apart in the heat (it's Minnesota, but the dew point was 70), I saw my friend Barb and we started talking. I mentioned that I was running with a broken rib and she said, "Oh, I've done that. You have to either hold your elbow up really high or hold it against your side." She hasn't missed a day of running in 30 years - the only person who can't be impressed with running with a broken rib.
Choose your friends wisely.
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