How do you know you are a successful wife?
When you talk your husband (who hates running) into running 2.5 miles with you, and then convince him to return home early to start dinner while you finish your run.
:)
Somewhere along the run, he wondered aloud how he ended up in such a marriage as he looked over and saw me flicking snot mid-stride. I laughed so hard I had to stop running for a moment to settle myself down. Life is so funny sometimes!
It was a beautiful, beautiful Saturday here in Memphis. I was able to run in the afternoon and it was cool and perfect. Since I have not had the opportunity to run much this year, I missed most of the beautiful spring days and felt very lucky to have this one. I managed 6 miles- my best and happiest 6 miles since surgery. That brings my weekly total to 10.5...ha ha!!!!
The goal for the day was to run 6 miles- to force it- to make myself start running again. I know I have to get the muscular endurance back. I know I have to just get out there and do it and make it come back. Luckily today I didn't have to force it like I have on every other run this year. It was the old me!
Then I got home and realized that the back of my knee was so swollen it looked like someone had hidden an Easter egg in it. :( I am icing it now and not letting it ruin my overall attitude towards my nice run.
But I know that swelling is not promising- and 6 months of swelling is not a good sign. I think that with this surgery, I have had to accept that there is some bad that has come with the good. I definitely feel a high level of frustration as I battle the side effects. (add hip problems to the knee swelling...and that is a whole other story and even bigger problem that I won't even attempt to address in this post). The problem is, I sometimes feel that the bad outweighs the good, and that was not an expectation from surgery. So, the serenity prayer is definitely part of my daily routine!
Sooo...more time, hard work, and patience. Those principles apply to just about anything in life. :)
Off to read another cheesy romance novel. I have been picking some bad ones lately. I know, I know. You think they are all bad. Not true. A bad romance novel still has the characters only kissing at page 200- I'm just saying. The good ones have moved on from that 100 pages ago.
Saturday, May 8, 2010
Monday, May 3, 2010
Next, Please
Home again...another adventure over. Here are a few more pictures from my Jazz Fest 2010 weekend.
Dave and Damie- we took a similar picture in 2001 in the exact same spot. We compared the two pictures, and our reactions were so funny. I said- "we look great!" and Dave said "boy, do we look old now!"
The girls hanging out on Kate and Tim's porch post Jazz Fest.
I can't get away from doggie love- Ollie and Jacques spent some quality time on our laps.
Some of our Spring Hill crew on Sunday night.
And the best part of the weekend- Dave rented a Camaro for me! My long time friends know that the Camaro is my dream car- my parents would never let me get one, and now that I am old enough to get one on my own I am too broke. Well, I was spoiled this weekend and I am plotting a way to buy a Camaro- one day, that is. And yes, I went really, really fast in it. Hee hee!!!!!
Sunday, May 2, 2010
Jazzy!
Just a few pics from Jazz Fest 2010. I am beyond tired from my endless parade of over-the-top weekend activities, but as one of my patients told me the other day- I live an interesting life. (IMO)
Acura stage- watching Pearl Jam (saw them last in 1997- Eddie Vedder still has it going on). I got to see Dirty Dozen Brass Band, Rebirth, Galactic, - and my favorite of the day...Kenny Wayne Shepherd in the Blues Tent.
Some New Orleans humor...
One of my favorite dishes at Jazz Fest- fried plantains. Jazz Fest is as much about the food as it is the music. I do NOT fear calories- I had an oyster biscuit, crawfish beignets, crawfish sac, crawfish pie, fried plantains....
Jazz Fest is always a great time to meet up with friends- here is Dave with some of our Spring Hill College friends from Dallas, Charlotte, and Nola.
Dave and I after Jazz Fest.
6 of us (I am sitting on Dave's lap) piled into the smallest car in the world to go out. I wonder if we will still be doing this in our 40s......
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