SusieShoes
Former BoneSmart staff member
Four Months: Jogging From Zombies
I've always considered jogging a life skill. Yes, running is better for fleeing for one's life, but I figure if I can at least jog I stand a fair chance of escaping a wide array of dangerous events. Take a zombie apocalypse, for example: I need only outrun the zombies and perhaps a few of my slowest neighbors. This seems doable. So of course yesterday I felt it necessary to see if my new knees could jog.
They could, and did.
Mr. Shoes proclaimed me insane. That's how he said it. "Are you crazy? You could have fallen!"
Falling was a real risk at week 8, when I was still using a cane on my daily walks. But I haven't used a cane in weeks. It's currently gathering dust in a corner of the living room. Thanks to daily walks and more frequent trips up and down the stairs, now that doing so no longer hurts for the first time in years, my legs have gotten strong and reliable. So yes... I did that. I jogged.
Now, to be clear, I only jogged for about fifty feet. One driveway to the next driveway in our compact suburb. And let me admit up front that jogging felt... strange. Part of that is probably because I haven't jogged in so long my brain no longer recognizes the movement. It was going "What the
are you doing?" But there was no pain at all. Not a twinge. Just the knees going, "Well, THIS is new!" They were neither happy nor unhappy about it, just confused. I stopped jogging mostly because it felt weird. Also, I'm not exactly light of foot, being still (despite my continued weight loss) clinically obese. My mechanical knees don't need the added pounding.
But I did jog. I'm happy about that. It's good to know that if I have to rush to make a flight, I can call upon my new knees to do so. I am not planning to become a jogger, or run half marathons, but I still like knowing my knees can move if called upon. Mr. Shoes doesn't understand how truly functional my knees are. He thinks they're delicate. If I fall, though, it won't be because my knees have failed me. More that I fail them by being careless, or reckless. Maybe that was what he was saying.
Sometimes we have to find out where things stand. Where we are in our recovery. I found out that my new knees can jog. And this morning Lefty and Righty are feeling just fine. We enjoyed a nice long walk and are elevating and icing as we always do. Onward.
I've always considered jogging a life skill. Yes, running is better for fleeing for one's life, but I figure if I can at least jog I stand a fair chance of escaping a wide array of dangerous events. Take a zombie apocalypse, for example: I need only outrun the zombies and perhaps a few of my slowest neighbors. This seems doable. So of course yesterday I felt it necessary to see if my new knees could jog.
They could, and did.

Mr. Shoes proclaimed me insane. That's how he said it. "Are you crazy? You could have fallen!"

Falling was a real risk at week 8, when I was still using a cane on my daily walks. But I haven't used a cane in weeks. It's currently gathering dust in a corner of the living room. Thanks to daily walks and more frequent trips up and down the stairs, now that doing so no longer hurts for the first time in years, my legs have gotten strong and reliable. So yes... I did that. I jogged.
Now, to be clear, I only jogged for about fifty feet. One driveway to the next driveway in our compact suburb. And let me admit up front that jogging felt... strange. Part of that is probably because I haven't jogged in so long my brain no longer recognizes the movement. It was going "What the
are you doing?" But there was no pain at all. Not a twinge. Just the knees going, "Well, THIS is new!" They were neither happy nor unhappy about it, just confused. I stopped jogging mostly because it felt weird. Also, I'm not exactly light of foot, being still (despite my continued weight loss) clinically obese. My mechanical knees don't need the added pounding.But I did jog. I'm happy about that. It's good to know that if I have to rush to make a flight, I can call upon my new knees to do so. I am not planning to become a jogger, or run half marathons, but I still like knowing my knees can move if called upon. Mr. Shoes doesn't understand how truly functional my knees are. He thinks they're delicate. If I fall, though, it won't be because my knees have failed me. More that I fail them by being careless, or reckless. Maybe that was what he was saying.

Sometimes we have to find out where things stand. Where we are in our recovery. I found out that my new knees can jog. And this morning Lefty and Righty are feeling just fine. We enjoyed a nice long walk and are elevating and icing as we always do. Onward.
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I'm REALLY impressed! Sometimes, it's not that we WANT to do something as much as knowing that we CAN!




This phrog is jumping with joy for you, Susie! Hooray!! Weight loss, no pain in the knees - and generally much better health.?! I am a long way from jogging, but you are an inspiration!