Injuries (not to put to fine a point on it) suck. And they suck even worse when it’s not ourselves, but our canine teammates, who are suffering. This past month has seen both of our aussies come up lame. Molly was first. We were barely into the new year when she decided to prove to some youngsters that she might be middle-aged, but by gum she still had some speed. I didn’t actually see it, but Becky reports that she put on a truly stunning burst of speed. Good for you kid. Except, of course that by nightfall she couldn’t put any weight on her right front foot. I was strongly reminded of the time I hobbled for days after out-sprinting a 15 year-old at the end of a 5K. Riker soon followed by hurting his right back knee doing sharp turns around a tree while playing with a new little friend. Runners soon learn that the one thing that most increases your odds of getting injured is already being injured. You think you’re OK, but push just slightly over the edge and you’re back where you started, or worse. And that’s exactly what Molly and Riker have been going through. A little limping in the evening, then apparently OK the next day, but as soon as we turn our backs, one or the other will put on extra sprint and end up limping again. So we’ve clamped down even tighter on their activities and that seems to be helping. The problem is that they both are now so bored from reduced activity that they are even **more** likely to go bananas if we don’t watch them. Did I mention that injuries suck?