Another year put to bed. No, not put to bed – killed, slain. Happily relegated to memory where only the good remains. In short, it was another in the years (plural now) of Covid-19. Wearing masks when leaving the house. Not leaving the house very much. Not running much (less than 500 miles) with two major injuries – one in the spring and one in the fall, so yeah, the two best times to be running.
If I’m being honest, there was a lot of good in 2021 for me and mine. Continued gas savings from commuting daily from the kitchen to the dining room office. No trying not to doze off in meetings that I have to sit through, only partially invested in the subject.
T-Rex finished school, passed her certification exam and got her first job as a medical assistant. She got married. All three of those we had considered miracles just a couple of years ago.
Big Mac had a big baby boy. Turns out the hemophilia carrier testing they’d done when she was 10 was wrong – she’s a carrier, and little Theo is a hemophiliac. While that was a bummer, they qualified as part of a study for a bleed prevention medication that will give him more of a normal life than any hemophiliac has ever had – at no cost to them (saving upwards of a million $$).
The Conman was informed that his rent was increasing 24%, then after a month of scrambling to find a new place, was informed that he could re-up for another year lease with no increase whatsoever. And, OBTW, here’s an 18% raise at work, you’re welcome. He’s even had a couple of interviews for jobs that would double his current income, as well as keep him eligible for his student loan debt reduction program. No job yet, but progress and experience.
Dr. L and his girls are loving the Texas life. He interviewed for a promotion and has the inside track for it (no guarantee or news on that so far, though). We were able to visit in October (a visit that was delayed from May) and re-establish a physical relationship with our three granddaughters.
Last visit with Amanda at Team Rehab was on Thursday. She discovered that my right leg is 2 centimeters shorter than my left. This might explain the hip issue. Over the years, compensating for the difference has finally stressed things to the point that I had to stop. Permanently? Probably not, thank heavens. At almost 63 (in two weeks!) and with so many miles on it, I need to give the area some rest (which I’m doing), and maybe a little bit of technical assistance. To start I have an insert that will take up some of the slack on the right side. Once again, fingers crossed, this will let me get back running soon. Maybe never as much or as fast as I’d like, but enough to keep going after the other 30 states I need to do.
The last test run I did was crappy. The run itself wasn’t terrible (other than I’m now officially 100% out of shape), but once again the aftermath of pain was unacceptable. I’d also been having residual pain issues after most of the strengthening exercises they’d given me. So I stopped those, too. Just stretching and less of that as well.
I walked 6 miles on Wednesday, at it was OK, although my lower back and right knee weren’t 100% on board with it and let me know on Thursday morning that it was a little too much. Mile and a half yesterday – that seems to have been acceptable. Snow coming in this afternoon and tonight and I can still walk in snow so I’ll do some more of that. After I get the blower prepped for clearing things off tomorrow and take down the outside Christmas lights before the storm.
I’d done pretty well with my diet for most of the year, getting my a1c down from 6.8 (diabetic) to 6.2 (PRE-diabetic) until December, because of all the holiday treats. I was supposed to get checked again this past week, but didn’t make it. It’s a number that gives an average of the previous three months, and I’m a little scared of where it’s going to be this time.
2022. The only running goal I have is to get running again. Anything beyond that will wait until I’m actually doing that. So I’ll call two more marathons a dream instead of a goal today.