We came, we saw, we conquered. Sort of.

So. We meet again.
If your attention span is in any way even minutely better than mine, then you would know what a big deal this year’s adventure to the Wine and Dine was going to be. This is going to take a while – and a few episodes – so sit back, grab yourself a nice fat ‘rita, a couple of ice packs, and maybe hook up that TENS unit for a bit. Because gawd knows my attention-deficient brain won’t be able to hang in there long enough to get through the entire adventure in one shot. Besides, cliffhangers are more fun anyway.
After #brokeknees Part 1 and 2 finally came to an end – almost – it was time to get on that training train again and start pulling on the whistle. ‘Cause DAMN, those miles weren’t going to run themselves. It was time to grab those pretty new pink ASICS and get to work.
After having my “less damaged” knee parts fixed a year ago, (for those of you new to the nonsense, that’s #brokeknee Part 1 in last April AND #brokeknee Part 2 last November. Because just one knee surgery is never enough), I was over the whole –
a. You’re not getting any younger so it may take longer to heal
b. Can’t you just do something else?
c. You really shouldn’t run, it’s bad for your knees
d. You need to stop running immediately kind of moose poop.
(Thank you runner friends for completely GETTING me on this crap).
Every time I’d think I was FINALLY getting somewhere, something else would go to total crap. Lessons learned? Hoka One One’s are NOT knee friendly for this girl. Next one? Never settle for just one opinion. Lesson three: sometimes being a concrete head (as the hubs often calls me:), can come in damn handy when you have no intention of throwing in the towel. The biggest lessons I learned? Husbands and Wonder Mutts can be your biggest supporters, and chiropractors fluent in the language of Active Release Therapy are worth their weight in GOLD.
After what was yet even MOREIAMSOSICKOFTHISDAMNFRIGGINPAININMYKNEES setbacks with my training, I was at my wit’s end. I had gone back to embracing the Galloway run-walk-run method, was only training two days a week, and fully acknowledged the fact this race would have to be all about finishing the distance and not about the time. (Or so I at least tried to convince myself. #concretehead).
Then an angel happened to flap her wings in my general direction.
I have a neighbor friend who is as obsessed about running as I am. The difference is she is actually really good at it. REALLY good. She’s a few years older, (falls into that dreaded Masters category), and has consistently finished in the top three at every event she’s competed in. She’s fast, strong, and could pull off the cover of any fitness magazine WITHOUT any photoshopping needed.
And suddenly found herself riding the injury train right alongside me.
Did I mention we’re good friends and like to share?
As my neighbor buddy didn’t really blame me for my need to overshare on the injury front, she did the kind neighborly thing and told me about THIS GUY she had been going to who was doing some really cool stuff to fix her very own case of #brokeknee, including such neat stuff as TENS acupuncture, gua sha, and compression icing. Photo updates from her visits quickly became a source of “holy crap, that looks….interesting”, “he’s doing WHAT?!”, and a few “what the hell is THAT?!” comments.
Now, being a complete victim of FOMO, I had to get in on this out-of-the-norm rehab action. The bad thing? The doc’s office was entirely too geographically undesirable. As in an entire county and way too much traffic insanity away. However, said doc worked with another awesome GUY who did the same kind of stuff and had an office in a much more geographically desirable location. (Insert happy Black Dog dance here.)
Stay tuned for the next chapter of “WTF is Really Wrong With the Parts and How We’re Finally Going to Fix Them”. It’s a nail biter.
Seriously.
My literary non-talent has Wonder Mutt gnawing hers off as we speak…..

You’re killing me lady.
Enjoy the ride.
Have you ever refused to give up when injured? Have you ever explored “alternative” forms of injury rehab/recovery? What were they and did they work for you?
Kudos to you for not giving up. Its always hard to accept being injured, and knowing that it’ll likely mean that you’ll have to miss out on exciting events.
Hence the nickname concrete head! 🙂 I’m pretty sure I can thank my dad for that lovely genetic trait.
i am VERY interested to see how this plays out…strange voodoo magic is at work here Im sure of it 😉
LOL, I’ll take it!
Oh man FOMO is legit a real thing. I totally felt it when I was injured. I couldn’t run so I learned to swim–like, for real learn….like, I was a nose plugger in the water swimmer….
And look where that took you, Miss Rock Star triathlete!!!
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