Recovery

What a stinker! Last Fall I ran my first (and only) marathon in Grand Rapids, MI. It was a glorious weekend - perfect weather, great event, and my wonderful hubby was there to catch me (both literally and on film) at the finish line. He also witnessed my blubbering, but that's another story.

Anyway, three months later and I am still side lined with a bum knee that developed shortly after. Wondeful hubby helped me purchase and set up a treadmill to help with recovery but it has been a slow process. Today I attempted a four mile "jog" (reallly, a "jog") around where we lived but it is still not quite there yet. I'm in therapy (no, not that kind though I could probably use it) and just have to learn to be patient. The ole body ain't what is used to be and needs more time to recover (sigh). Thank goodness I'm not planning another marathon anytime soon!