Kris had surgery this morning. I’ve talked with him a couple of times on the phone, and it’s been comical. Between the dwindling effects of anaesthesia, the first dose of heavy duty pain medication, and his third cup of post-surgical coffee he’s been fairly hyperactive and nonsensical. All things told it sound (as far as I can tell) as though things went well. They found extensive scarring in his anterior compartments, apparently providing an immediate explanation for at least part of his condition. They released everything available to release, but I don’t know exactly what that means, and neither does Kris. The cross-fade from anaesthesia to caffeine and oxycontin has put Kris in the mood to climb on an airplane and get back over to Europe for the Trondheim 50K. Or maybe, on second thought – the Vasaloppet – that’s pretty much a double-pole race, right? His HR was 28 during surgery, and responded to the first two cups of coffee and consciousness by climbing all the way up to 35. He’s fit, and he’s about to be really bored. 8 days until Julie arrives to keep him company (or whatever).