I try to push
myself.
For those of
you who don’t know, I have recently started jogging and running as part of my
physical therapy for my knee. I busted my knee my senior year of high school
and it’s been plaguing me ever since, as
knee injuries are wont to do.
I have always
detested running. I’m not built for it, I really am not. I’ve always admired
people who run for funsies and who do it as a sport because I just can’t do it. Since I have started running, my hatred of
it has not decreased at all, but probably multiplied. However, the doctor
says it will help me rebuild the muscles and cartilage around my knee. So even
though I hate it, I do it.
My puppy
helps. Ecco knows exactly how may laps around the lacrosse field I’m supposed
to go before I’m allowed to give up. The answer is four, if anyone is
wondering. I run badly and I take a long time, I also don’t have proper equipment so I run in jeans and converse
all-stars. Yeah, I’m that weirdo, if anyone hanging around the field
wondered who that crazy woman was.
But I’m going
to keep pushing myself. Why? Because someday I’m going to need my knee fully
operational to take my future dogs (possibly children) hiking and camping,
chasing after them at the park, etc. I
push myself now so that someday I won’t have to.
Challenge to
my Readers:
Running isn’t
for everyone (it certainly isn’t for me) but exercise is. Whatever it is that
gets your heart pumping, whether it’s biking to work or DDR at the mall, do it
and do it often. A healthy life is a happy life.
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