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.

Awesome Giveaway

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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!

~The Stick~

I purchased The Stick today, check it out: www.thestick.com

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!

~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.

~63 days~

63 days until my first half! I am so excited. My running partner Jaime and I have been religiously training. She is Running for a Reason and has raised $330 for charity! We run on an indoor track and are hoping to get outside soon. The cold, ice and snow have kept us indoors.

19 days without beer! This is seriously a world record for me! I have given it up until after the half.

Jaime and I have decided that we will NOT be running with an iPod. We do not train with one anyway. We want to truly experience the half. We want to hear all the sounds. The cheering, the cowbells, the talking.

My foot is giving me problems. The lateral part of my left foot HURTS. It goes from an ache to a stabbing. Any ideas?

Dart Fish Gait Analysis

I have been having medial knee pain. I work at an Orthopaedic office and had a sports medicine doctor look at me. Everything looks good. He felt that pain was coming from my form. He sent me for a dart fish gait analysis. Here is what I found.

Youth is when you're allowed to stay up late on New Year's Eve. Middle age is when you're forced to. ~Bill Vaughn

It is happening. I am aging. I am happy with what I have become, yet still pause and wonder when it all happened. 3 kids? really? one who is 15 and in high school? how is this possible? I look at my skin, my hands, my hair and see aging. I am not displeased with what I see, just see change. I don't recall growing older, or feeling this change. I still feel as though I did years ago. If I close my eyes I feel as though I did when I was 18. Yet when I open my eyes and look down at my sad stretched stomach, when I hear these 3 children calling me mom, when I remember my responsibilities as an adult, it still baffles me how I got here. I love my life. I am blessed. I am complete and satisfied. Yet I look back and wonder how I got here. Why was I so lucky? You see my stretched belly, my few grey strands of hair, my aging hands and face. They are reminders of who I am and where I have been. They are the reminders to me of my past, the good times and bad. they are reminders of why I am what I am today. I have learned so much already on this great journey of life. I look forward to many more amazing rides, even the bumps and curves, for I have learned far more from the rocky times than the smooth. Life is an unbelievable ride, one we need to stop and cherish each day. As this new year begins I hope that my family enjoys the ride, that we remember to buckle up and hold on tight, for this year year has wonderful potential.