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A blog post in disguise

The thought that I needed to get another blog post rolling has nagged me for the greater part of 2 weeks. I've been trying to consider what all to write about, what might interest some of you, what might spark the most creativity from my point of view. Some of the topics that have had potential, but obviously not made it to the post, were:

1) My unremitting left knee pain that has somehow manifested as disabling right hip joint inflammation. Essentially, I'm not running. I haven't ran consistently for the past 4 weeks. My arms are squealing from the extra time in the pool, and my ass is screaming about too much time in the saddle, too little anti-chafing cream for the skin. Seriously, though, who wants to read about someone else's injur(ies) when, in all likelihood, you have your very own you could write your own blog post about?

2) I managed to get outside for my first bike ride last Saturday in blazing sunshine, warm(er) temperatures, and good company (thanks to Bryan). The new scenery, fresh air, and cold fingertips and toes somehow managed to outdo the complaints from my sore butt. The ride left us refreshed for the better part of 2 and a half hours, bolstered by the idea that we'd just covered 41 miles in February, and grateful for the opportunity to ride somewhere other than a basement staring at the television and listening to music (yes, Pitbull, Nelly, Flo Rida, and Maroon Five can get kinda old after a few months). Thankfully we took advantage of the opportunity last weekend because as I look out the window now, it's snowing.

3) Working at an extended care facility has taught me the importance of time management, the significance of waking up before 4 o'clock in the morning to make extra time for training, the notion that getting 8 hours of sleep is a dream in and of itself. My patients truly are some of the most inspirational people. Wouldn't you be doing cartwheels and jumping jacks if it meant you could get home sooner? For those who aren't as eager to get in some time on the stationary bike, or kick out some exercises with resistance tubing, I remind them that, "If I could get my fat ass out of bed at 4 o'clock this morning to swim in the pool for an hour, you can work with me for 30 minutes by resisting a 3-pound weight and letting me massage your sore legs right afterward." One of my patients has gone so far as to christen me with the name, "Dr. Sweet Cheeks." She might be one of my favorites...

4) Then, just this past week, the medical staff quarantined residents due to an intestinal "bug" that had made its way through many of my patients. If encouraging healthy (just lazy) patients to exercise is hard, then doing so when they feel like throwing up or can't control their bowels is an entirely different scenario. Much to my dismay, the therapists (myself included) still spent time with patients each day. You can imagine my uneasiness about working with people suffering from nausea, vomiting, and diarrhea when in all honesty, I would not like to contract whatever the hell is making these people sick. Didn't I say I have a training schedule to stick to?

5) Finally, luck wouldn't work out in my favor. The bug found it's way to me, too. I have been banned from returning to work until 48 hours have passed since my last symptoms. I won't get into the details, but now, I have 48 hours to work on my Case Study/Thesis for school. Because it is such a huge undertaking, because it requires so much mental stamina and concentration, I have to take regular rest breaks, which is why I finally have time to write a blog post (what?).

None of these topics ever made it to the table to write a complete blog post, obviously. Instead, I guess I'll mention what Curt Dupois passed along to me last night at the TriFusion meeting. Supposedly I made some kind of rankings in the USAT Pacific Northwest Region. Check them out below. Congratulations to everyone else in my age group who made the list!

20-24 M
1 Swiad Worms Montana
2 Grant Eldridge Oregon
3 Stewart Adair Hawaii
4 Jeremy Kalmus Washington
5 Nathan Knapp Oregon
6 T-Roy Brown Oregon
7 Aaron Seipel Oregon
8 Alastair Murray Washington
9 Samuel Barnes Idaho
10 Kyle Hedges Washington

20-24 F
1 Rae Bastoni Hawaii
2 Alycia Hill Washington

3 Meghan Faulkenberry Washington
4 Whitney Dawson Oregon
5 Chelsea Burns Washington
6 Hannah Riedl Montana
7 Kambria Schumacher Oregon
8 Allie Middleton Oregon
9 Hannah Seifert Montana
10 Julia Snieder Montana


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