Change of plans.
On Monday, I tripped on an unsecured manhole cover while running with Jballs east of downtown. After a brief headlong flight, I crashed down and skidded a few times, ripping the skin off both knees, my palms, and my right forearm.
But the real problem is my left elbow, which absorbed the brunt of the impact.
I'm going back for a second round of x-rays Friday (once the swelling goes down), but all indications point to a break/fracture in the radial head. Right now, I'm in a hard, form-fitting splint and am becoming friends with hydrocodone.
So... Bandera is out and Rocky Raccoon is a long shot. Life happens, folks.