Island Med Student

After sitting on my butt for the past 4 days, I finally took my life back and decided to go for a long run. I made it 7 miles before my hands were so numb that I could no longer clench my fists. The cold air felt so good filling up my lungs as I ran my heart out. It occurred to me today that most people take vacations from cold places in January to warm places. I did the opposite. I’m not completely regretting my decision, but I’m definitely starting to get sick of this weather and sick of being sick.

Near the end of my run I slipped on some ice and fell on the sidewalk. This is not an uncommon occurrence for me, so I just picked myself up and continued along. When I got home, I realized that the blood had eventually stopped flowing, and was literally frozen to my leg. I think that’s pretty neat. Also, take a look at my knees in the picture above. So many scars, and so many stories. My poor knees have been through so much, and they just keep on truckin along, so I thought I should say a few words:

Dear Knees,

I’m so sorry for all the times I’ve tortured you, including: subjecting you to rug burns, running way longer than you would have liked, razor nicks, the sliding on my knees while playing air guitar move that I love to do, mud fights, and all the other abuses.

I hope that we can continue to be friends, and I hope that you can forgive me for my past desecrations. If you could just carry me along for another 60 years or so, I promise I’ll give you more bubble baths and knee pads.

Love,
Kendra
aka the body upstairs