Running Through a Fulfilled Life


When Grasping at Straws is Not Enough

I tried everything.  I rested.  I iced.  I compressed.  I cross trained.  I changed shoes.  I changed running form.  I strengthened.  I PT’d.  I foam rolled.  I anti-inflammatoried.  


And one thing has remained constant.  My knee is not getting any better.  It has its good days where it doesn’t hurt, but it has its bad days where it is really sore, catches, clicks, or feels like someone is taking an ice pick to it.  I try to hold those days inside and pretend like I’m not hurting.  Try to pretend that I don’t always wear my CEP sleeves under my work clothes.  Pretend that sometimes I don’t put my Cho-Pat strap on at work.  Try to pretend I don’t go home everyday and ice my knee 2-3 times a night.

Pretending can only take you so far and for so long.

I saw my Orthopedic Surgeon today.  He is pretty sure I have a meniscal tear.  And possibly a meniscal cyst that has resulted from the tear being there for so long.  He thinks I may have even had a few sutures from my previous meniscal repair come loose.  Whatever the case, he gave me the following options: 1) Do nothing.  2) Cortisone and future surgery or 3) Surgery in the very near future.  

Being that I’ve been at about a chronic 2-3/10 pain rating on a Visual Analogue Scale (Oh the PT in me) since January with occasional 5’s thrown in there, I elected to do what is best for me.

I’m having surgery in June.  And then the rehab is going to be on like Donkey Kong.  And I am going to get back to my normal.  I will stand for nothing less.


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Operation Embrace the Positives

#OperationEmbraceTheSuck continues to be out in full force.  My buns of steel are coming in nicely from my miles of bike riding and my body is preparing itself for a beach vacation.  It’s not about working out harder, just working out smarter.  And the thought of prancing around in a bikini in June is full motivation to continue staying active.  I am not going for Baywatch slow motion; we all know those high cut one pieces are flattering on NO ONE.  I am going for slow motion, power walking in a bathing suit that semi flatters my twig frame.

T-minus 11 days until I have a visit with the Great and All Powerful Wizard of Knees.  The long wait is finally coming to a close so I can have some clarity.  By the way, who else thinks 2 months is way too long to have to wait to see a Doctor?  Anyone? Buehler?

Today was even a good enough day that I was able to go running with my Mom.  I have maybe run 1-2 times per week since about mid April.  It is sad to see that the same pace is taking much more effort to maintain.  I guess that is what is referred to as: “Losing Fitness” and “Getting out of shape” and “Sucking Major Nuggets”.  Anyways, Momma and I ran 5 miles together to celebrate Mother’s Day early.  It was nice to spend slightly under 45 minutes chit chatting and maneuvering through my childhood neighborhood.  I even got the biggest compliment I have in a while:

one of my neighbors yelled out “Hey!! Do you run for Jackson?”

to which I had to respond, “I wish I was still that young!”

So I guess that’s a positive.  That I A) (when running) appear to still be in high school.  and B) Must look like I somewhat know what I am doing related to said running and C) am built like I am still going through puberty.  Joy to my world.


My MS Paint skills know no boundaries. You only thought I was running in my sports bra. I now am wearing my Jackson singlet.




Oh hashtags.  Just the word makes my brother annoyed.  So annoyed I have wanted to create a parody Twitter account of him and tweet nothing but hashtags.  That, however, is besides the point.  They definitely have their place, especially in social media.  One of my favorite Instagram hashtags lately has been #TBT aka “Throwback Thursday”.  Since today is Thursday and because I have nothing else productive to do, I am turning a blog post into ThrowBack Thursday so you can see where my “roots” evolved.

Hello my name is Elizabeth and I am a child model for Osh Kosh B’Go

My Lil Bro and I enjoyed impromptu photo sessions

At someone’s not soon forgotten…ever…bachelorette party

My College Family

My Napoleon Dynamite phase

Testing for intention tremor…don’t worry, it’s a PT thing.

PT School was stressful

Being all European and crap in Amsterdam in 2007

Ok, that’s enough Throwing Back for now.  Anymore and I am going to wind up wanting to dig through my Mom’s vaults of baby pictures.  You know, cause that’s cool and fun and all.  God lord, do I need to be able to run soon.


Operation #EmbraceTheSuck

With my running miles at a minimum and a grand total of T-minus 18 days until I get to see my “hopeful” magician of an Orthopedic Doctor, it is hard not to feel slightly sad.  Trying to stay active without my favorite activities of running and running involved sports (soccer, tennis) is hard to do.  I see someone running outside in this gorgeous weather and think “man, they are so lucky”.  Last year at this time when my knee saga began, I had feelings of anger and rage towards other runners that I would see.  Now, I have resigned myself to feeling more sad for myself and happy for others that can still embrace the gift of putting one foot in front of the other.

So it has begun…I’m embracing the suck.  The suck that involves not really running.  The suck that involves my sucky knee.  The suck that involves hurting at the end of a 10-11 hour work day.  The timing of all my extra hours at work could not have been worse.  It started right when my knee monster started hurting again.

Embracing the suck also means embracing a being I’ve long neglected in a garage full of dust.  My super old, super gnarly Huffy.  The Huffy I used to ride to PT School and whose seat would slowly go down with each bump I hit.  

Well today, I dusted off the old Huffmobile and took her for a spin.  My favorite running area where I live is the NCIT.  It also happens to be an awesome bike trail (part of the Rails to Trails project).  Hubs and I set off for a 12 mile jaunt that took us through Huron County’s best farmland 🙂  He has a 21 speed.  I have a 12 speed.  Totally not equal or fair.  I trucked as fast as I could on the Huffmobile and we finished 12 miles in a hair over an hour.  Not bad considering I really had no ability to go any faster.

12 biking miles is not the same as 12 running miles.  But I am ok with it.  It’s about running for a lifetime and not just running at the moment.  I enjoyed today’s bike ride and got to embrace the NCIT in new ways than when I have run it in the past.  

My mantra is now: this too shall pass.  I will be back running again.  And I will come back better and stronger than before.  The competitor in me will allow for nothing less.