Today is a big day. Mike took the day off to drive me to San Francisco to see a specialist, who is supposed to be the best around. Apparently when you invent hip arthroscopy surgery, you’re so good, you don’t have to take insurance. I have high hopes.
Sorry if I’ve come across a little on the grumpy side lately, I haven’t been running much. At this point, it’s a miracle the world around me still exists. I should probably apologize to Mike for telling him he is not allowed to retire. Ever. Even if there’s a fire.
It’s both embarrassing and ridiculous how many times I’ve been injured this year. So I’m crossing my fingers for some answers. And hopefully good news.
I want to thank you guys for all of the awesome comments on yesterdays post. It was a great conversation. Mike + I enjoyed reading your comments. We loved Tempie’s thoughts:
“So many kids these days seem to have such a sense of entitlement. The whole “everyone gets a trophy” thing drives me nuts! I was taught that you worked to get the things you wanted in life. If you didn’t win, you didn’t get a trophy. That way, you learned to work harder to be better next time.”
Girlfriend nailed it. She reminded me of a bit George Carlin did titled “Every Child Is Special.” Just be aware there is some profanity. It’s the best kind of profanity, the truthful kind.
We are leaving right after I hit publish, so if you have any recommendations on restaurants or places to see, please leave them in the comments. It’s quite a hike, so I’ll be able to check my phone on the drive up.
If you don’t have any recs, tell me something stupid/funny/ridiculous. K, thanks. Bye.