So the comedy of the absurd continued the week before the ORT.
Friday the 6th I got off work and realized the middle toe of my right foot hurt really, really bad. As in I could barely walk. As in someone released a horde of fire ants on my toe.
Got home from work, took off my shoes and socks. Yep, infected at the site of my self-surgery. Three days prior I removed the corner of my toenail because frankly, it annoyed me growing into the edge of my toe.
The morning of Saturday, September 6 revealed a toe in dire need of antibiotics. So off to the Minute Clinic we went.
Fast forward five days, one Z-Pack, one more self-surgery to lance the infected area and toe is all better.
Now on to the ORT yesterday.
WE PASSED WE PASSED WE PASSED WE PASSED WE PASSED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It totally rocked-even before we passed. What a community dog people create. Just amazing atmosphere.
We ran third in the first group for birch. I think that was the perfect running place. Not first, but not late in the order.
Now on to training for Nose Work 1 trial.