Keeley

I hope it's something easily identifiable and fixable. Good luck. ❤️

How fabulous to have perfect shoes though! I mean, it must be like a party every time you put them on. I do hope your friend is recovering well. ❤️

Yikes! I hope it all goes really well with your surgery. Good luck with the hungarian. Love the meme. =D

I pop in very occasionally...but I'm not really able to run much anymore so I don't feel as if I have anything interesting to say. Must admit, I thought I posted a Christmas bloop a week or so ago, but it's nowhere to be seen so maybe I hallucinated it. It does feel pretty sad to pop in and see no new bloops. Sad to read that even the fb group is quiet too.

Ha! Sorry. 😋 You should definitely visit Toronto again. So should I. In the summer. I miss the poutine and sushi and the grapefruit marmalade and the accent and super kind people.

Thank you! I miss you all too. ❤️ I don't know that I can bloop much though. I mean, what could I say? "Hi! Today I didn't run again"? 😄 Would get a bit boring after a while... 😄

Thank you! I highly recommend it to everyone, so if you're thinking about it, go for it! You won't regret it. Actually, that's a lie. At the time you'll regret it. I remember at one point fantasizing about a plane coming through the window and killing me instantly just so I could stop pedalling. But as soon as the last ride is done and you lie on the floor kind of out of it and you get that notification saying, "Congratulations! You're a Knight!" it makes you bawl your eyes out and it's all worth it.

Oh mylanta. Foot pain is a ... well, it's a pain. I can't believe how dang fast you were on a gimpy foot. In other news, I was watching this video about the dude from Tool and apparently it was co-produced by Brad Angle. Any relation? ☺️

All that and with a couple of cute kids too! 4am Oy. That's dedication. ❤️

Hahaha! Fantastic! =D Congratulations on getting into her head. High fives. You've still got it.

Oh no, I'm so sorry you're injured too. =( It's a pain. Thank you for saying my writing is entertaining! One does worry that it's rather boring and meandering.

Garbo said, "GO WRITE", so here I am. There was a promise of pie. *Looks hopefully in Dave's direction* I just noticed the thingie is called "Blog Entry". How dare it. This is a bloop. Anyway, I have not much to report. A few years ago I blew out my ITB and that was not fun. Then I got kicked off my first 50K for being too slow and that was not fun. I kept trying to run but it was just a cascade of injury, and that was not fun. I did run a bit when we lived in Canada and that *was* fun. There was this trail through the park down the road from where we lived. We lived on the edge of Mississauga, and the trail would take me over the bridge into Toronto. It was a great trail, with a river....not a huge river, but not a small stream either. There were some parts of the trail that were dodgy like they were going to crumble at any minute and you'd end up in the river. Stream. Whatever. Other parts were exposed and those were hot little suckers in the summer. One time I jumped over a stick and it wasn't a stick and it moved and I think my scream reverberated around the whole of Mississauga/Toronto. 😅 The trail, if you went far enough, would take you right along the back side of Toronto airport and I imagined if I were an evil person I could scale the fence and get up to some shenanigans. There were fun burned out trucks and stuff along one part where the fire department would practice. Anyway then came the inevitable injuries and thick, slick, compacted snow and ice so that was that. These days I bike...though who knows how long that will last as my knees have started complaining. Seriously, getting older is a pain in the ass. Anyway, I bike The Sufferfest, which, when done hard enough, is almost as good as running. Not quite, but it gets me closer than anything else. I did a Knighthood which was "fun". Holy cow it hurt like crazy and I cried but I'm a Knight of Sufferlandria now. It was so fun I did it a second time. Also, a couple of months ago I rode 100 miles with the husband for his birthday. We didn't think he'd be able to do it as he broke his neck back in June. But he was cleared to ride so off we went. About 10 miles in my brain told me that I'd been in the big ring for the past 10 miles, so how about I complete the remaining 90 in the big ring? So I did. That may have been the beginning of the knee issues but shhhhhh we'll just ignore that. Anyway, that's all I've got. Hope you are all having the time of your lives out there on the road and trail. Run a mile for me, because I miss it with a deep ache. Sigh, but Meh, what can you do? 🤷‍♀️ You just keep on keeping on doing what you can while you can. ❤️😘

Holy f***. Oh girl. Oh girl, I'm so so so sorry. What a horrible sh***y month you've had. My heart broke just reading all the freaking mess you had to endure. I apologize for the bad language. I just want to scream and cry all the F words in your behalf. I'm so sorry. It's not fair. It's stupid. That not only did you have to deal with the pain of a miscarriage, but all the crap and runaround that went with it. =( I find it absolutely freaking amazing that Garbo posted on FB, "Hey everyone, go bloop" and I was all, "OK" because I like Garbo. And then I come here and the first bloop I see is yours and just...the serendipity. My miscarriage was the beginning of me not running anymore. I tried to run away my grief after not being allowed to run for a while, and I ran too far too fast and blew out my ITB and it never recovered. So it was just a S***storm of pain from losing my baby and pain of not being able to run anymore and it was just a freaking mess. Oh man that hurts to remember. So I quit blooping. And then I come back and here you are. I don't know. It's like I was meant to be here today. 🤷‍♀️ I want to tell you...I don't know if you're currently in a place where this is helpful...if not, just ignore it and come back to it later...but it does get better. It's a freaking nightmare for a while and you can't breathe through the pain and there are so many tears and so much hurt. But after a while the grief lessens. And then it lessens some more, and then you can breathe, and then you can think, and then you can move on and the happiness comes back. Takes a while, but it happens. It's been several years, but now I can think about our baby without bawling. Except today. Today I'm tearing up a bit. But other than that it's fine. I'm a religious person, so I firmly believe that that child is ours and we will see him again. Or her. I never did find out which. Anyway, I'm waffling. Point is, it does get better. When you're feeling like you can't take it anymore, or you can't stop crying, or you're wondering if the pain will ever end....it does. It will eventually all be ok. Not that you'll ever look back on this experience and be happy, but that you'll be able to look back on it and be ok. Take care of you. Be kind to you. Be gentle with you. Love you, Eliz. Hang in there. ❤️