Brakes - holy shit

So I called C-4 and asked if she wanted to play cars yesterday. I had been having some difficulties with my brakes - in fast, there was this horrible grinding noise that sounded like certain death was imminent, so we started tearing in to the truck, pulled the wheels off, opened the hubs, pulled out the bearing in front and installed new rotors ...

We got to the back and I discovered the REAL culprit, though ...

Here's what the piston looked like:


Not good. Here's what it did to the back side of the rear right rotor:


And here's the culprit; a little metal plate that rests on the back side of the brake shoe and must have shaken itself loose to wreak pure havoc on my brakes!


Big ups to my ninja C-4 for letting me invade her garage and helping out with the grease-monkeying!!!

It's the End(?) of the World As We Know It ...

And I feel fine.

/rant

YARRRR!!!!!!!!!!

It be comin'!!!

ROFLOL

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Yesterday's run and why the HELL did I wake up at 4 AM?

So, I hadn't gone on a real run for about 2 months when I hit the trail yesterday. My lungs tried to crawl up out of my throat almost immediately. Ugh.

So I worked through warming up by doing some really, really slow wind sprints. I'm talking more like wind crawls here, but hey - I was getting exercise, right?

After about a mile and a half working my way up the paved trail on Sand Creek, my lungs realized I wasn't going to quit any time soon and that they might as well start feeding my poor body some oxygen. I was able to settle into a pace then, albeit a slow one.

All in all, alternating run and walk, I made about six miles and scouted what could be a hellacious DIM-type trail. Gonna see how the running progresses before I commit to haring one of those, though.

Shoulder felt pretty good, but I iced it when I got home anyway, just to help make sure things stay hunky dory in there. I'm going to spend some time exploring Palmer Park today - should be a good day for it.

Easter, Monday morning

OK. So the shoulder is doing pretty damned good, although I have one hell of a deep tissue bruise from the dislocation. I start my new exercises (strength) on Wednesday, and the next phase of my recovery officially begins at that time.

I am going to attempt to run today - probably not much, as I don't know how my shoulder will respond, but I put a compression shirt on to help with the impact and I have a safe, level, paved trail to run on, so I won't be risking another fantastic wonderful shoulder-dislocating mud-ballet.

Yesterday, the boy and I took a walk along my trail looking for some decorative slate someone had dumped over their fence. Someone beat us to it, but I have this idea now - Nappy Headed WHORE!!! is giving me the Kimchi bar (yes, the infamous BFE bar) and I was thinking of refinishing it in slate with a marble top (Net's idea) and putting it in my Man Cave. SO we wanted to snag that slate, because it would have been perfect. Alas, all we got out of it was a 10-mile walk - which was pretty sweet in its own way.

I am thinking on getting my fishing license soon - and working my cast back up to shape. We'll have to see what the PT says ...

Poop.

P.S. Sunrise Earth is the Great Barrier Reef today. But no flying sharks. *yawn*

Day 20

OK. Physical therapy will not work with me until I do my follow up with my surgeon tomorrow morning.

That is fine. I am going to sit down with the surgeon, tell him what happened, show him that I seem to have full mobility and strength, even after the dislocation and ask if we need to proceed as normal or do another MRI and determine if I damaged myself further.

Bottom line is that I want this to heal right, and I will do whatever it takes to make sure things come together correctly - including walking on the treadmill at the gym rather than enjoying the GLORIOUS Colorado outdoors.

Um ... maybe I can get a special walker that catches me when I slip in the mud.

This fucking sucks you know?