Cruella de Chondro Somethingsomethingsomething

Ever feel like you’re stuck in one of these?

Welcome to my life.

Welcome to my life.

I’ve been trying to get back in the swing of things for a week now – obviously, to no avail.  At least as far my little literary corner of the world goes.  Chaos has reigned supreme in the Black Dog house since before the Wine and Dine, (recap to come, I promise!)  Not the least of which was FINALLY finding out what’s wrong with my knees. SPOILER ALERT: It’s NOT ITBS.  So hang on, because this storm is about to ramp up.  BIG TIME.

So as not to bore you – again – feel free to get the background on my constant smack down with the dreaded IT bands here.  On and off for two years – yes, TWO DAMN YEARS.  Imagine my surprise when after not one, but two visits to The Man, and one oh-this-is-just-too-much-fun-for-words MRI, it turns out my IT bands are JUST FINE.  However, the same cannot be said for these little ditties.

We need to talk.

We need to talk.

Apparently all the running, ellipitcalling(?), jumping, leaping, and basically anything that caused me to bend my knees, has resulting in my kneecaps throwing up their little cartilage laden paws and barking, “WE GIVE UP!”  Official diagnosis from The Man: chondromalacia patella:

“Chondromalacia patellae (also known as CMP) is inflammation of the underside of the patella and softening of thecartilage. Chondromalacia patella is more accurately referred to as patellofemoral pain syndrome. The cartilage under the kneecap is a natural shock absorber, and overuse, injury, and many other factors can cause increased deterioration and break down of the cartilage. The cartilage is no longer smooth and therefore movement and use is painful.[1] While it often affects young individuals engaged in active sports it also afflicts older adults who overwork their knees.[2][3]

Thank you very much Wikipedia.  Appreciate it.

So.  Where do we go from here?  Ugly orthopedic shoes, that’s where.

Oh HELL no.

Oh HELL no.

Thankfully, there were much more eye-pleasing alternatives which I took FULL advantage of.  (Especially since I think the above mentioned lovelies have a minimum age requirement of about 85.)  So it’s metal spring-loaded running shoes ONLY for the next three months, no bending the knees more than 30 degrees, and the biggest heart-stomping directive of them all….NO RUNNING.  At least until I go back to see The Man in February.  Bye, bye A1A Half Marathon.

(sniff, sniff)

(sniff, sniff)

But I’m okay with that.  Really.  If a temporary break from hitting the pavement, wearing funny shoes, and basically trying not to bend my knees for the next few months is what it takes to get back out there again, I’m all over it.  Not going absolutely insane in the meantime?  Well, that might not be quite so easy.

Nope.  Not even close.

Nope. Not even close.

I’m just going to send this out into the blogosphere.  If anyone has an abundance of pixie dust, please feel free to send some in the general direction of my kneecaps.  They could use a break.  Wait.  Perhaps not the best choice of words there. #heavysigh

Grazie!

 

Enjoy the ride.

Have you ever had to deal with an injury that sidelined you from running?  How did you handle it?  Were you able to return?  How long did it take?  Did you have to wear ugly shoes?

Wonder Mutt Wednesday

I freely admit I totally stole this from Buzzfeed Animals.  Even if you only have a passing interest in critters, go check them out.  I guarantee some of their daily pics will have you crying from laughter!

WMW shoe dog1

“You may or may not want to check your shoe situation.”

 

Enjoy the ride.

Okay everybody, ‘fess up.  How many shoes, bags, or other various non-official doggie chew toy items has your mutt claimed as his/her own?  What’s the worst thing – in your opinion – they’ve ever eaten/destroyed/pooped out in the yard?

And The Countdown Is On!

Unless you’ve been habitating under a rock for the past few weeks, then you know how amped up I’ve been to bring on my favorite runDisney event EVER.

wine and dine

With the race this weekend, and a little time carved out to, oh – GO TO THE PARKS – and hang out with my girls Kellie ,Nicole and Jenn, this week historically is total chaos in the Black Dog dog house.  And this week is no different.  Last few training runs, Wonder Mutt belly rubs, packing, Wonder Mutt belly rubs, hair appointments, Wonder Mutt belly rubs, nail appointments, Wonder Mutt belly rubs, chiro appointments, Wonder Mutt belly rubs, MRI appointments, Wonder Mutt belly rubs, and perhaps – though I highly doubt it – SLEEP – there won’t be much time for me to sit down and oh, actually BLOG.  So bear with me for the next week or so as the controlled chaos of all things Wine and Dine Half Marathon Madness ramps up to full speed.  Calypso and I will be sure to regale you with Wonder Mutt Wednesday and Friday Funny, and we will be back in full swing sometime next week.  Until then, run strong, run often, and never forget to indulge in multiple belly rubs. And cupcakes.  With Moose Tracks.

And to all those who completed the New York City Marathon yesterday -  especially Michelle, Steph, Danielle, and Nicole, you guys are MY HEROES!

Who says girls can't play???

Who says girls can’t play???

 

Enjoy the ride.

Who’s going to Wine and Dine this weekend?  Racing elsewhere?  What races have you got on tap?  Do you find yourself going crazy in the days leading up to race day?  What do you do to try to relax?