A movie, a doctor, and some very well timed spring cheer!!!

My sister and I hit one of the local movie theaters to see the premier of My Run last night. I'd never heard of his story, and it sounded intriguing.



In the story, he talks about how he set out to run those 75 marathons in 75 days to raise awareness of single parents and their struggles. I honestly think the guy just needed a way to deal with the stress he had to endure when his own wife passed away and he was forced to become a single parent. Raising awareness almost seemed like his excuse to do it....when really he was just grasping at straws for a way to make his own life "count" to himself.

I'm probably completely off base. But it's not the first time, and definitely won't be the last.

No matter the reason behind his journey.....the story of him doing it was interesting. We laughed....we cried.......yadda, yadda, yadda. :-)

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I checked in at my doctor's office this morning around 8 am. They called me back to the exam room about 5 minutes later.

Doc walked in and said something about the pain being back "already." I gave him a curious look that made him look at the chart again.

He misread the date. It said 03/02/2010, not 2011. :-)

We talked, he pushed and poked on my lower legs, I resisted the urge to kick him in the face (giggle), and he gave me a prescription for more physical therapy.

He asked if I wanted to go back to the same therapist...and I said yes. He asked what treatments she gave me that I think worked the best....and I mentioned her pointy fingers. He asked if I wanted to do it again. I said "no!!!".....then he was the one to give me a curious look.

"I mean, I don't WANT to, it hurts like hell doc. But I know I need to, it worked."

"But I also want you guys to figure out what is causing this. We know what fixes it, but how do I avoid it....and still keep running?"

He smiled.

Last year, my prescription said "Medial Tibial Stress Syndrome." This year it says something similar.

"SEVERE Medial Tibial Stress Syndrome"

Seems I've gone from yellow to orange, or maybe even orange to red on the threat level meter. :-)

Under treatment it says "Eliminate Pain!"

Under how many sessions, it says "Eliminate Pain!"

I knew there was a reason I liked this guy! :-)

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I got to work about 9 am this morning, duffle bag with work clothes hanging over my shoulder.

Someone pulls into our small front office parking lot right behind me. I hear someone honk their horn.

It was Mot (hubby) coming to see me. For those of you that don't know, he's a fireman here in Omaha. They work 24 hour shifts (7 am to 7am)...so some days, if they weren't slammed with calls all night, he'll stop in to see me on his way home.

I thought to myself that 9 o'clock was a little late to be stopping on his way home, and that's when I noticed the flowers in his hand.

He has the best timing ever!!!!!!



The sun is shining, there are happy spring flowers on my desk, and there's a prescription for voluntary torture in my purse. It's a good day!!! :-)