Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Let the truth be known

My right knee sucks. There I said it. I am disappointed in my body. I feel let down. Now I know there are people far worse than me, for christ sake my dad had a stroke a few weeks ago and here I am bitching about my knee.

I have gone to PT for a few weeks. I have had U/S therapy, massage, and even rocked one of these stylish patches for 8 hours.

I still hurt. I have a stabbing on the lateral side of my knee which wraps inward behind the knee. I have had a few diagnoses: meniscal tear, IT band Syndrome, tendonitis.....etc. At this point I have refused a MRI and injections. Part of me probably doesn't want to know the truth, the other yeah I am in denial. The race is 17 days away. I just can't swallow the idea that I can't run it. Not yet. It just breaks my heart. Soon I will have to make a decision. But tonight I will not.

Saturday, April 23, 2011

Awesome Giveaway

Check out this giveaway

I have been following her blog for a while and she is so inspiring! I hope to be half the runner she is some day!

Friday, April 22, 2011

~The Stick~

I purchased The Stick today, check it out:

Anyone have it?? I had a fuel belt to exchange at a sporting store and had a store credit, so I chose The Stick. I will let you know how it goes......

I live in one of these cities!!! Can you guess?? Go ahead and tilt your head to read......

My cat Annabelle enjoyed The Stick

As did my 5 year old!

Sunday, April 10, 2011

~34 days~

Only 34 days until my first half. I am struggling with IT band issues. Today on my 4 mile run I had to stop in my tracks. The pain in my knee was unbearable. It took me 20 minutes to walk about .5 mile. I came home and iced and took a celebrex. This is so upsetting to me. I am giving this training all I have and yet my body and mind are not on the same track. It just breaks my heart. My dad had a stroke this week. Again breaks my heart. He is lucky, as it could have been much worse. Yet, seeing him struggle to walk and swallow, is almost too much for me. I am coping by being sarcastic and cynical. Someone has to be. We all can't sit around and cry. I put on a brave face for my family, and grieve silently. I want to run this half for him.