My dopey knee

My knee is still bothering me a little so I've decided to take a couple days off from running.  Yesterday, I did go for a walk with my husband and we decided to bring a garbage bag and a pooper scooper along for the ride.  The pooper scooper wasn't for poop, it was for picking up all of the trash we saw along the way and FYI it worked great!  OK, so here is the garbage count for yesterday.  Ciroc bottle, cigarette packs, again with the red solo cups, random paper, someones take-out lunch plastic fork and all, Henessey bottle, many mini bottles of Jose Cuervo, a towel, two t-shirts, three socks, and the weirdest item of the day.....the sole of a mans dress shoe. We filled up a thirteen gallon trash bag and I worked out my upper body at the same time carrying such a heavy bag.  I bet Dr. Seuss could have written an awesome book with those items.  Why did we find two t-shirts in a one mile walk?  Don't people notice their clothes missing or could it have been a part of the nasty condom sighting?  I don't think I want to know.  Yuk!  So, because of our escapade yesterday, we are going to try to find a way to encourage people who go out for their walks, to bring a trash bag with them and keep our city streets clean.  I hope this catches on.  It was kind of fun and disgusting at the same time.

Today I went and visited Mark and the crew at Kilometers, because I was still having some issues with my feet bothering me.  It sucks to get old, just saying.  I was fitted for a new pair of fancy sneakers and I was told to hydrate more.  I definitely agree that I am not handling the hydration issue correctly.  I will be hiding Gatorade in my bedroom so my family doesn't drink it all on me.  I wonder if I could possible hide it in my underwear drawer, because I know that's one place they won't go near.  I really hope these things help my issues and I can continue walk/running.  I don't know where couch potato Mary went, but I'm glad she's not around as often.  There are times when I'm just very tired and that is all a part of having had the bone marrow transplant.   The difference now is, I try to work through the tired.  The other unusual thing I do is, stopping in the middle of the street to feel the wind on my face.  Ever since I spent months in hospital rooms without any fresh air, I have this thing about the wind and I love the feeling on my face. So if you see a crazy lady in the middle of the street, looking up in the sky,enjoying a breeze, do not fear, it's only me.