Once again I let too much time pass between posts, there is
much to fill you in on. After putting in my time with “Bessie” (my boot) for a
second time this year I am determined to get all the way better before running
again. Therefore nothing from the last 8
weeks is remotely running related, but I’m still having fun. During my exercise
hiatus I have milked a cow, celebrated 10 wonderful years with the love of my
life, attended a bridal shower for my best friend, and cheered on a good friend
during his first marathon. In between those mile markers in life have been
several family visits and a UVA football game, but I’ll give just one of the
stories here for fun.
Those of you who have lived with me (or just looked inside
my refrigerator) know about my obsession with milk. In our house it is a
terrifying moment to ever get down to a single gallon of milk, which most
assuredly will not last to the next day. I love all dairy products, but above
all, nothing beats a cool glass of milk. I have tried Silk, Almond Milk, Skim –
Full, even buttermilk, but one milk related experience has been missing from my
life … to milk a cow. So when my Mom called and asked if Jason and I wanted to
travel to Raleigh for the North Carolina State Fair, and mentioned that they
would have a cow milking station, it was a done deal. As we approached the cows
I actually got nervous … what if I was bad at it? It would just be ironic for
me to do a poor job obtaining milk from its original source, and I was
determined not to let this happen. As we got closer to the front of the line
(yes, people lined up and paid money to milk the cows) I noticed that the cow’s
names were displayed on the wall; then, jack pot … one of the cows was named …
BESSIE!!! I knew this was the cow I was meant to milk. My Mom and sister went
first while I watched and learned, then it was my turn. I said hello to Bessie
before I started, the least I could do before grabbing onto one of her utters
and giving it a squeeze, then milk was shooting out into the bucket! I was
super excited, and when I get excited I get chatty, so of course I begin telling
the girl from NC State that was there to help take care of the cows all about
my life-long love of milk. She probably thought I was a bit crazy, she just
smiled and nodded and looked at my family as if to ask, really? So yes, I have
now milked a cow, a dream come true.
Well there you have it, if I can’t chase after my running
dreams I will keep knocking other life goals off the list while I’ve got extra
time.
In other news, I have been using the bone stimulator at
least once a day every day and I can really feel a difference. This past week
Jason and I began walk/jogging 1-2 miles a few times a week (with the doctor’s
permission) and it has been fantastic. Yesterday we ran 1.5 miles continuously
with no walk breaks, and I felt absolutely zero pain! I am determined to take
it slow (so much so that I had to ask Jason to slow down twice!) and remain
patient as my body adjusts to moving again. The dogs are loving the exercise as
well, poor Roxie has gained about 5 pounds and Reese 2, they need this as much
as I do!
Hopefully the next post will be more exercise related. Until
then, happy running!
