We moved into our current house three years ago last December. The custody battle was gearing up, my son was close to blowing his way out of the house, and my knees completely conked out.
A jogger for 30 years, I worried this day would come, the day when I would no longer be able to get that rush of endorphins, that half hour to clear my head, that satisfaction I felt during my cool-down walk up the stairs to my house, sweat running down my body.
My right knee, in particular, was a mess. Bending it was excruciating. I groaned every time I stood up, hobbled down the stairs white-knuckling the bannister.
I’d had friends with torn miniscuses and I figured that’s what I’d done. With the custody battle in full steam, I had no mental energy or extra cash for MRIs, surgery, and physical therapy.
So I rode the exercise bike, tried to “bring it” with Tony Horton.
But nothing gave me the jolt that jogging did. I resigned myself to feeling old and creaky.
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And then, suddenly my knee stopped creaking. After a year-and-a-half of jogging abstinence, my miniscus apparently healed itself. I started jogging a few times a week several months ago, just 20 or 30 minutes through my neighborhood.
My energy returned. I started sleeping through the night more often than not. The grass looked greener, the sun looked sunnier.
Is it a coincidence that my knee miraculously repaired itself once my relationship with my son was on the mend, and my relationship with my ex began to recede? A quick Google Search uncovered the signficance of right knee ailments. I’m a little dubious about the Louise Hay brand of thinking, but this stopped me in my tracks:
Right knee: Issues with father or a brother, uncle or significant male in your life.
Today, what I’m thankful for is my right knee — and all that it represents.
What are you thankful for today?
Have you had any spontaneous healing in your life?
I’m thankful for so many random moments of happiness, but in this vein, I’m thankful for my hot tub, which releases the knots from my stressed and and tired muscles. http://thefivefacets.blogspot.com/2012/10/a-day-with-wonderful-women-water-and.html
At Target today, spending my last 10.00 on fruit snacks and Pirates booty for my son to have snacks at school, and watching the woman ahead of me with five grocery bags of food, I felt jealous that she could buy food and I could not. I had to borrow $100.00 dollars for gas to get to work and to make it through the week. I haven’t paid my Target bill so I know I couldn’t put it on my credit card so I had $10.00 in a little secret spot in the back of my wallet just in case. Well, it was the day for just in case. The other $5.00 I had hidden I put in the collection plate at church al the while feeling guilty for not giving the $10.00. I am that close to true poverty in the United States. During these times I wonder if it had been better if I had stayed, quickly I shake my head and think “no.” No one should live with abuse and fear in a marriage. So what if he owes me over $30,000.00 in child support and hasn’t paid this month and no one will hire me for a permanent teaching job, I am safe, we are safe, and we are poor. So, am thankful for being poor because along with being poor comes peace.
God, that’s fascinating.
I am thankful for my faithful dog. I adopted her two years ago when my life changed drastically due to divorce. There have been many ups and downs the last two years but the one thing I can depend on is my dog’s ability to make me laugh. She’s just so dang cute!
Holy cow. My mother died earlier this year, and my left knee has been bothering me ever since. Thanks for reminding me about Louise Hay (we’ve all been there…). Sometimes her stuff is spot on.
I’m sorry to hear about your mom, Gabi.