My new shirt:
I'd been waiting to wear this... The front said "I bet she's tougher than that":
The spoils of victory. Or at least finishing:
The day was great. Good weather. I felt okay running. Took it easy. Saw the sights; like the cloggers doing their thing to "Rock Your Body" by the Backstreet Boys. (How often do you get to see that?) and something like 25 hot air balloons taking to the skies for the race. Kissed the bricks (for real... like on my hands and knees).
And now my knee is making me pay.
I'm staring out the window at the sunshine and wishing I was out in it doing something. Biking. Hiking. Walking. Anything. That was our plan for the day. But instead Hubby's doing everything under the sun around the house and going grocery shopping and probably making the bulk of dinner and not being able to do anything that he had planned for the day. And I'm sitting like a slug. I am not a slug sitter by nature. But I'll do the best I can with that, and be SO SO SO GRATEFUL to Hubby for all that he's doing to help me be the slug trying to get the swelling down and the usage up. (I hear him changing laundry now. God bless him.)
To quote my goddaughter: It's all right. We'll find it.
Really, I'm grateful. Because in the grand scheme of things, it's not that bad. Which doesn't mean I'm not upset and crying. But I do know it could be a lot worse. And, hopefully, it will be better soon. For now, I'm going to apply more ice.