I recognize I used to be pretty good about updating this on weekends, but it’s just same old, same old and there’s nothing to update.
The swamp is back and the only thing that’s changing day to
day is the number of mosquito bites I’ve collected. Today, we’re supposed to
get flash floods this afternoon, so the dock will probably be floating again
shortly.
For about the past two weeks or so, I’ve tried my foot at
jogging. I started walking regularly for about an hour, mostly just to get off
campus for a little. I decided to try jogging and man, it hasn’t worked.
I had the usual getting-used-to-it pains at first, which
were painful but oh well. However, after about 4-5 days, my right knee started
feeling really, really bad.
Perhaps it’s coincidence, but my right knee is the one where
I tore the PCL a little – not enough for surgery – about 10 years ago (I was
safe and went on to score a run.) And then two years ago, it’s the same one
that came up severely bruised after the horse flipped over on me at the ranch.
With that in mind, it seemed like maybe running wasn’t the
thing to do, but I have still been trying to do it. But two days after feeling
like my right leg was going to snap off, the left one followed.
The pain is different; on the right leg, it’s more on the
side. On the left, it’s slightly below the kneecap, so I’m not quite
symmetrical in my pain. No clue on if that’s good or bad.
On Saturday, when I drove the Red Cross truck again, I could
barely get in or out, so I knocked off totally on Sunday. However, yesterday, I
felt just as bad so I went ahead and tried to move again for an hour. I figured
if I even tried to jog I’d probably fall over, so I just walked. Slowly. It
took a solid hour to do just the part where I had run previously.
Today is Tuesday (Happy Birthday, Laurie!) and, after the
painful trip from the RV (the stairs are scary – I now fully understand and
appreciate the whole “grab bar” thing), I made it to the dining tent, where
Steve immediately told me I needed to see a doctor.
I won’t, of course, but the thing was, I thought I was doing
better today. Once I get going, I can gimp along all right; it’s just the
getting going that is really slow.
After walking last night, I sat at my desk with ice packs
and watched the last of the Stanley Cup Final. I had my feet up, the computer
streaming and the ice packs just sitting there, something like 10 p.m. or so.
It’s the church office and no one was there, so I felt right
at home. Since the internet doesn’t reach my RV, my office pretty much is my
home on the weekends, so I didn’t think anything about kicking back last night.
All of a sudden – I think it was right after Boston scored late – I
looked up and my supervisor was walking up. He saw me and bust burst into
laughter. I felt like Jake from “Major League” with the ice packs.
Anyway, I am thinking I’m not going to be a runner. This
stinks because it’s something I could do on the cheap. And I don’t get it. I
know running – or jogging very slowly, as I was doing – is harder on your
knees, but I did the elliptical for hours in Jakarta and was fine. I don’t understand how
jogging a total of .8 mile – interspersed with walking – is just not agreeing
with me.
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