Even with "Incurable, Sh*tty Knee"
I've been whining quite a bit lately about the fact that my right knee kind of hurts. I think it may be a physical manifestation of a bunch of other stuff I'd rather be whining about that nobody really wants to hear me whine about anymore.
In what may be a weird reaction to yesterday's tragic events in Boston, I've decided to try running again. I miss the whole group vibe of races, and I miss running with (at least for the first few feet) CoolMom while the kiddos cheer us on from the sidewalk. I miss listening to new records as I plod through the neighborhood. I miss fresh air and feeling healthy. I miss saying, "I'm a runner."
We'll see if my knee lets me do it. But I feel like if I don't try, and I don't sign up for a few big races this spring and summer, then fear and my incurable, shitty knee will have won. See you out there.
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