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| (A road in the woods) |
The knee is really coming along well. It has now been just over a
month. According to the Doctor I am allowed to start jogging after 6 weeks.
That’s only 11 more days! But who’s counting? Right now is the hardest time for
recovery because the pain is nearly completely gone, I am moving around
normally (without a brace), and it is feeling stronger. But I know right now it
is very important that I let my leg heal completely or else I will just set
myself back and be out even longer. I can wait another 11 days.
In my last blog I told
you I might share a poem with you and yes, I am going to honor my word…yikes!
Levi and I went hunting this weekend. I was able to do a decent amount of
hiking Saturday and a little Sunday but it started raining around 11 a.m.
Sunday and the slippery jungle terrain would be a bit risky for my knee, plus
it was feeling a little sore so I decided to wait in the truck while Levi
struck out through the woods in search of food.
While sitting in the
truck I must have been bored because I had the urge to write. I had a pen but
no paper…Luckily we had picked up some food at Safeway so I had the receipt. I
used the back of it and wrote a couple funny little poems for Levi (no you do
not get to hear those) and then one regarding my injury. Enjoy and be kind.
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| (The original form of my poem, written on the back of a Safeway receipt.) |
(11/11/12) Running Broken Being Whole
Winter, cold and dreary in the Pacific
Northwest,
Has
caused me to miss something I like the best.
Riding
my bike in the pouring rain,
I
slipped and instantly felt a great deal of pain.
Crashing
to the pavement,
My
knee just went.
A
sudden, “POP!”
It
gave me quite a shock.
I
knew right away something was wrong,
Already
bruised and swollen, that didn’t take long.
I
couldn’t control the tears as they started to flow.
Not
for the pain, but as to what I did know.
My
season was done.
I
could not run.
Frustrated,
I had just started my next training block,
And
was excited to see the fast numbers on the clock.
But
those times will come at a later date,
When
my knee is healed and ready to bear weight.
The
MRI came without much surprise as the Doctor reads, “MCL torn.”
I
listen and sigh.
Six
weeks of rehab and rest.
This
will definitely be a test.
For
the girl who is always so eager to put in the miles.
But
that’s what life is, full of tribulations and trials.
I
am quite lucky all is needed is rest.
No surgery required and for that I
am blessed.
I
was pretty sad and worried at first,
But
my life continues on, no better no worse.
Running
does not define me
And
this you will see,
It
is a hobby, not my whole life.
I
am not just a runner but Believer, Sister, Coach, Friend and Wife.
My
life is so full, I cannot begin to list
All
the blessings I have, but you get the jist.
My
happiness is not due to the world with its riches and wealth,
But
The One who game me all of my gifts including my health.
God
is The One,
He
gave us His Son,
To
die on the cross
And
for this I am not lost.
Jesus
Christ is my Savior, he makes life worth living,
Good
knee, bad knee, sins and all He is so forgiving.
And
this is the answer why I am so optimistic,
As
I hear, “Lois, you can’t run, why aren’t you going ballistic?”
I
put my hope, trust and faith in Him who is risen,
And
His will be done on Earth as it is in Heaven.
