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Funny (and not so funny) things about being a mom and having surgery…

Funny things about being a mom and having surgery (Or maybe just funny things about being me and having surgery..) : 1) Surgery means pre-surgical nesting. (I had no idea this existed- but the evidence is under my bathroom sink. I HAD to clean it out. No- I do not know why.And- if you looked under there- you wouldn’t be…

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In which I realize we all have a limp. But need to keep walking, anyway.

Back on June 30, I went out for a wun (walk/running hybrid that i’d been doing) and a block from my house- about 3 miles into a 5 k trial…. something “gave” in my knee/ leg. Something I should have “kept” in order to walk without pain. I instantly realized: “This isn’t normal.”  Because, I’m brilliant, or something. I iced…

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Now, with more limp! Facing fear and hurting to heal…..

The last time I woke up with a stomach so queasy, I was pregnant. There are solid scientific reasons why that could not be the case this time. (Although God does have a sense of humor, and is sovereign…..) There is a much more simple reason for the queasin….. I was afraid. Not just stomach flopping nerves… I was scared-…

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Does this brace, make my butt look big? Random post brought to you today by: Pain and Subsequent Pain meds

The sun warmed my shoulders and my legs stretched into each step like a well practiced-dance. (In my brain anyway .. most likely? Not so dance-like in person. Unless of course flopping zombie is a new dance move…:P)  I checked my time:  48 minutes.  “I’m making my best 5 k time yet!” I thought. Which is about the time the…

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A mile…. without shoes.

“Slap, Slap, slap, flap, flap, pinch, squeeze, groan.” The sound of me, woggling. (To woggle: a verb that describes my: walk/run/wobble exercise technique.) It’s not pretty.  I woggle like a hippo crosses a bed of  hot coals. But, as many have pointed out: I’m doing it. One step, one block one mile, at a time, I’m heading toward heath. This…

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174 miles of lessons (in her shoes)

I never thought I’d be one of “those” moms.  You know, the ones- they walk their kid to the bus stop and then head out for a “run.”   Them. The crazy runner moms. I had lots of excuses:  “Bad knees.” “No time.” “I can’t afford the shoes…”  “If I have an hour I should spend it doing something productive……

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If the shoe fits wear it….and if it doesn’t? Don’t.

It’s not the running that has been painful. Its the soreness and pain afterwards. Not just the muscle aches, which I expected, but a serious, throbbing pain. In my toe. The first day I ignored it. The second day I switched shoes, ran and then found it was swollen. By the third day, I didn’t run at all, I was…

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A Mile in My Own Shoes, First…I didn’t think I could… but, I did!

“Huff, puff.  Slap, slap. Huff, puff.  Slap, slap.” No, there wasn’t something dragging from the bumper of a passing car. The sound of me, on the road this morning.  At mile: 4. Which is when I lost my mind. I suddenly decided to try to run mile 4 (of 6) straight. I argued with myself as I walked from mile…

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An empty mailbox.. a full heart.

Every day she totters the distance from her front door of her farm house, to her mailbox.  Her carefully coiffed grey hair is always appropriately, seasonally covered.  Sometimes by a stocking cap, other times by one of those amazing plastic origami-like rain-bonnets that fold into tiny rectangles and are stored in every grandmother’s purse. (Where do they get those?  i’ve…

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The 78th Mile

The 78th mile was not the most difficult to run/walk. I’m not talking about running a straight 78 miles. That would be insane, and I’m pretty sure, in that case, the 78th mile would be the hardest.  Anyway… My 78th mile took a month to arrive, I’ve been building up to it one step at a time.  It wasn’t what…

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