Rose is Not Meant to Run

Being locked in doors for days on end can drive a girl mad. Especially a girl who loves rocks, walks, and knitting socks? (Couldn't help the rhyme) She goes so mad that she thinks she can run. I've never ever been a runner. I'm just not built for it. Everyone has always told me that, and I've always believed it. One day, I came upon this and decided I was going to be a runner. Not much of a runner, just a runner.

I worked on this on and off for about two months, without any problem. Last week, Ryan and I decided to go rockhounding on his one day off, and my knee was aching from all of the in-the-car-sitting. I thought nothing of it. Two days later I decided to pick the old running up again. BAD. About 15-20 minutes in, it was pure pain. The rest of the night was pure pain, and I am still hurting. It's Monday. It's been nearly a week.

My knees have quite the history. They've been crunched, dislocated, surgerized, therapized, redislocated, tackled, swollen, etc. I've never had this same pain though. The shooting pains up to my hip make me nervous, and I don't know what to do. On my visit to Walsenburg this weekend, I told my parents about my knee. Of course they told me that I am not a runner, but I can't help but retaliate. How can I not be a runner? How is it that I can't even try to be runner? I am sure my "forefathers" were runners. They had to be, at some point right?

Oh well. So instead of trying to run, I am just going to be working on this:

That oughtta help my knees right? Hahaha.


Hello the interwebz

I just wanted to say that yesterday was the beginning of something great. We got the internet in our own home! Amazing!

Yesterday I posted some gorgeous angora yarn with my new found surfing abilities.