My Legs

There had been a request to know about my legs, which honestly I find a little odd, but hey it's a good break from the previous discussions. My legs - well what a history they have had, sordid and painful. I'm a klutz. I have more that once in my life been thigh deep and trapped - first occasion I manage to not avoid a large whole in a sewer drain, stepping right in and a similar case happened in Grade 8 or 9 at Firwood - the hinged docks opened engulfing and subsequently pinching my leg repeatably until I was able to convince some lame leader I was actually in pain and it was serious. Needless to say my parents should have done something about that after the fact, but I guess I was just too embarrassed - unfortunately or fortunately the same situation happened every year (not to me!) until they switched venues - this is where I get my distrust of floating docks. I've trashed my knees through the years - falling off a 3 foot retaining wall onto my face/knees in grade 4 was a brilliant move. In high school I played ball hockey with no shin guards (for girlie girls) - though I have to say I did wear a mouth guard after Jenn Lush split my lip when she put the end of her stick into my mouth - my mom fearing not my lips but the thousands of dollars of orthodontic work insisted on the guard. Since then my legs have run the Sun Run (10k) - 4 separate times, logged many hours while I attempted to train for a marathon and been the source of some of my greatest personal frustrations. As many of you know I have/had plantar fasciitis for the last 3 years now - leaving me at times unable to walk let alone run - you begin to realize how one little like a tight calf muscle can change your life.

Anywho - I have posted a picture of the scar on my right knee - it's from last summer when I ripped open my knee on a hinge on my parents' garage door - sounds weird I know - honestly though I'm surprised I hadn't done it sooner. There is only room to shuffle parallel along the garage door to get to the lock - all my father's tools etc are basically against the door. So on my way shuffling back from the lock I attempted to hasten my exit by turning perpendicular and in the process my right knee smashed into the hinge at midget knee level and swearing and profuse bleeding ensued.