Finally, A Resolution! Almost.

And the saga continues.  But this time, the end is actually in sight!

I'm so excited I peed a little!!"

I’m so excited I think I peed a little!!”

I went to see The Man #2 this week.  AND HE ACTUALLY GAVE ME A SOLUTION!  Hallelujah, amen, praise Wonder Mutt, and all that good stuff, we now have an answer to getting the worse of my two knees finally fixed.  It’s not a guaranteed 100% fix, but it should be enough to let me run more than a couple of miles.  FINALLY.

So while I wait and sit back while the doc’s office takes care of all the insurance stuff, (say WHA??), I’m on a mission to drop a few pounds.  I figure it will only help speed up the healing process if there’s a few less pounds weighing down my poor old beat up joints.  After all, they’re going to be made brand new by one of these bad boys.

Lifetime replacement guarantee!

Lifetime replacement guarantee!

Well, maybe just a wee bit smaller, but you get the general idea.  Knock me out, smooth me out, wake me up, and watch the post-anesthesia shenanigans commence.  (I have a history of being quite comical when coming out of anesthesia.  Just ask the hubs about the ride home after the infamous wisdom teeth extraction incident.)  Three days on crutches, 4-6 weeks recovery, and girlfriend is BACK IN ACTION.  Can I get a woo hoo?!

woohoo

Sadly I will be out for this, otherwise I would regale you with a photographic play-by-play.  Not really, but I bet some of you got all excited for a minute there didn’t ya?  It’s okay.  Admit it.  Blood and guts and bony parts are awesome aren’t they?  Yeah, not so much.  Thankfully, I’m not expecting a whole lot of blood loss this time around.  I mean really, this guy does this for a living.  How much of a mess can one guy make in 15 minutes?  Oh right.  We’re talking about a GUY.  Oh dear…..

Enjoy the ride.

Have you ever had surgery before?  How did it go?  Did you have the cast of Seinfeld dancing in your room afterwards?

All Roads Lead Back To….

W&D finish line

“I really hope this tape breaks. Otherwise I’ll be REALLY embarrassed.”

Today’s the day I find out if I’ll be able to have a fix-it done to what is turning out to be the most useless joints ever created.

Who?  US?!?

Who? US?!?  Ya THINK?!?!

I’m not asking to be the next Shalane or Kara.  I’m not even asking for the ever-retreating sub 2 hour half finish time.  I’m just asking to be able to run a half marathon – preferably the aforementioned Wine and Dine – relatively pain-free.  Yeah – NOT EVEN ASKING FOR NO PAIN HERE MOTHER NATURE.  I’d just like to be able to get through 13 miles without feeling like somebody is jabbing a giant railroad spike into the side of my kneecap.

Yeah.  NOT cool.

Yeah. NOT cool.

I don’t even know if it would be such a big deal if i hadn’t gotten sucked into the magic that is all things runDisney.  The hype, the costumes, the characters, the parties, the insane entry fees and registration madness – okay, maybe not those last two so much – but I’ve been lucky enough to make some really great friends thanks to a mutual love of running and Disney.  Weird how that place can do that, huh?

Cheesy grins?  Check!

Cheesy grins? Check!

"We are runDisney family!"

“We are runDisney family!”

What IS it about running through Disney parks – or the side streets of Anaheim – that’s just so damn…..magical?  I know I’ve thrown my reasons out there before, (here) and I’d love to hear what makes you sit anxiously at your computers on registration day, heartbeat racing, credit card in sweaty hand, ready to start screaming should the Active link suddenly explode, sending your information out into the great void of runDisney registration badlands.  At the very least, it will give me something interesting to read while I wait, heart rate a-pounding, for The Man #2 to put in an appearance.  Maybe some of that Disney magic will put in an appearance…

Tink!  Over here!

Tink! Over here!

Enjoy the ride.

Do you think Disney is a magical place?  Have you ever had pixie dust land in your eye?  Did it hurt?

Seeing as it’s Magical Mickey Monday, come visit the Purveyors of Pixie Dust over at run.geek.run(disney)!  You just might be surprised that Mondays can be a little less…….Mondayish.

What To Do, What To Do

I know I owe you guys an update on the soap opera that has become my knee injury – which I know you’ve just been SO excited to find out about, right? NOT – but if we’re gonna roll with that story, then I might as well regale you with the total excitement of the situation.  You.  In the back.  Quit snoring.  This is cool stuff.

MRI 1

See? Cool stuff. I know, I know….not so much.

Hang on anyway, because I’m going to need your input here.

Remember when The Man sent me for MRI #2?  In case you’re hung over and not exactly comprehending stuff today, that’s what you see here.  Cool stuff, right?  I THINK SO.  Anywho, no big surprise, I’ve got chondromalacia in this knee too.  YEAH, NO KIDDING.  *As a side note, the guy who was scanning me, (hehehe, no worries, hubs was standing right next to him while I was getting scanned), noticed that I have a hole in my shin bone (see arrow).  While sadly, that isn’t the cause of all my troubles, I think it’s a neat little bit of useless trivia.

“I’ll take useless trivia for $800 Alex.”

“For $800.  What would you find if you performed an MRI on Black Dog’s right knee?”

Jeopardy

Yes, one day Black Dog parts will make it to national television.

Where was I again?  Oh yeah, The Man.  So he calls me a few days after the scan, tells me about the chono, chrondo, WHATEVER it is I’ve got going on in there, and tells me he’s going to have me see his partner – from here on out known as The Man #2 – for a consult and possible – wait for it – “arthroscopic debridement.”  Sounds pretty damn impressive, doesn’t it?  I THINK SO.

elmo

“Ooooooohhhhh, impressive.”

So while I wait to go see The Man #2, I have a quandry on my hands.  My personal voices of reason – Kellie, Nicole, Lisa, and Rae – have already weighed in and told me I was out of my mind to even THINK about running again.  Hubs and I see it this way – how much more damage can I do getting a couple of runs in over the next couple of weeks, since not running at all since November hasn’t done squat to make things any better?  Now, I’m not talking heading out for any 10 milers, just a couple of easy 2-3 mile jaunts.  Such is my current conundrum.

thinking baby

Canun, conan, co what???

This is where you come in.  Do I keep on faking it on a bike, or do I dust off the Brooks and go back to my happy place, even if it is only temporarily?  (We’re only talking until my next appointment in about a week, when we find out about possible surgery).  I’m curious to see what you all think.  And also see how fast I can actually go when I have to run away from my own personal Jiminy Crickets when they come screaming after me – right ladies?

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Enjoy the ride.

Let me know where you weigh in on the debate – stick to the bike or hit the road?  Do you think I’d be an idiot to satisfy my severely depleted mileage addiction?  Let’s hear it!