Sesame Street singalong time!

All of you breeders and people of a certain age will immediately be really angry at me as soon as you read the next line.

One of these things is not like the other!

You're welcome! I've successfully started my takeover of the world by planting Sesame Street songs into the minds of all 5 of my readers. Now like that other commercial that people of a certain age will remember, you'll tell 5 of your friends, who'll tell 5 of their friends, and so on, and so on!*

Well of the 4 girls running crew, Maggie, Shannon & Dee (along with some other assorted gf) are in San Francisco at the Nike Women's Marathon. Yes! They made it through the lottery and got in. They have matching "I'm not slow, I'm INJURED" shirts, and were pretty much planning to just enjoy the heck out of the race, complete with race-side pedicures and chocolate. All I have to say is that they DANG well better have made the cut-off and gotten the Tiffany finisher's necklaces. If not, I will personally kick their butts, bad knee and all.

Since this blog is all about ME - no posting is complete without an update on my (non) running career. Yeah - MRI is this Tuesday, cause the current diagnosis is that the lane violation TimBob pulled on me on Labor Day (the day AFTER the Rock n Roll Half) actually tore the meniscus in my right knee.

So I've been going to see Dr. G (I have to say that the bad knee sucks, but half hour therapeutic knee massages should include a towel to mop up the drooling that it causes me) and then last week was Moose who wrote "meniscal tear" on the MRI referral slip. My next appointment with Moose is 4 days before the Richmond half. Call me crazy, but I'm thinking that 4 days of frantic training would not leave me capable of running 13.1 miles. Walker division, anyone?

And cause my medical staff has such great senses of humor, my written treatment plan ends with the sentence "NO MORE FALLING". I can swim (slick floors, Dr. G. Ya think I can handle it), do elliptical (ooh! hand/leg coordination and climbing on/off required!) or the stationary bike (no coordination, but have to climb on/off with the foot loops!) No running - no impact.

Maybe this is all a secret plot to turn me into a triathlete, but it would be really REALLY easy to find my bike in transition cause it would have mandatory training wheels on it. Do you really want me back on two wheels again? Swimming is bringing back the range of motion in my ankle from the last time I tried less than 4 wheels.

* Faberge Organic Shampoo for those children reading today