I don’t enjoy days when there’s so much happening that I can’t keep track of where I’m supposed to be… but my energy level is pretty high. I keep a fairly steady pace. I keep busy.
I love to walk, swim and do Yoga. I spend a lot of time with Jorge, my daughter and my friends. My home and entertaining are great pleasures of mine. I am fortunate, there’s always something to keep me interested and active.
I don’t have a lot of aches and pains, BUT… the way my knees have been acting lately, it’s as though they have a decidedly different agenda than the rest of me.
When one part of the body won’t cooperate… w-e-ll-ll-ll… Houston… we have a problem. My knees began their rebellion when I was yet in my teens. As I said already, I enjoy physical activity… I used to ski, play basketball, and so on. I never got past second-string because I am rather clumsy – I fell all the time. And where did I fall? On my knees, of course.
So, for years now, before embarking on any activity, I’ve needed to consider what my knees will think of the suggested goings-on. While in Vancouver last week, I skipped that step… It had been so long since I woke up to a crisp, west coast fall morning, I felt determined to take full advantage. The sun had not yet shown itself when Barb and I walked into Starbucks for a short double espresso late, then we walked the 12 km. seawall around Stanley Park.
I took so many gorgeous pictures of the fall colors. We saw seals, a red-headed woodpecker, sea birds, squirrels and an eagle! I did not hear the knees whining too much until I slipped on a muddy patch at the very end of the trail. That’s when the left knee began to protest mightily. And two days later, when I undertook the 18 hour journey from YVR to MID… my right knee joined his partner in the protest.
A week after my return to Merida, there is outright mutiny in progress. My swollen knees want me to enter (immediately) into my dotage. They want a rocking chair lifestyle. But I am NOT ready for that! I think that my knees are the flaw in the design and I’m going to see the doc’… my husband and many others have paved the way before me, and they have not regretted their decision. I too want knees that will get with the program.
How many of you have undergone knee repair or replacement?
Heading out of Vancouver’s Stanley Park