Canada Day Camping Trip

I’d returned home Thursday because I had an appointment with the orthopedist Friday morning. Good news: it’s not arthritis. The MRI revealed three things “wrong” with my knee. Two of them are asymptomatic and I can ignore them. The third is some cartilage damage. It’s more of an abrasion than a tear. The doc would prefer I not run, but I can run. I pledged to start off easy, to stay off asphalt, and to monitor the pain. I go back in six months to see how things are going. I have the option of a steroid injection, but we’re going to wait until I need it; in this case, “need” means I can’t deal with the pain and it’s interrupting my life.

With that happy news, I finished packing the truck and returned to our campsite at Owhi campground. Continue reading

June Camping/Hiking Trip, Day Three

I didn’t sleep much that night at Pete Lake. Perhaps it’s time to admit my tired old body can’t handle sleeping on an ensolite foam pad. I have some modifications I’d like to make to my Z Rest pad. If that doesn’t improve my sleep, I may have to pay the weight and cost penalty and start using a heavier but cushier sleeping pad.

I just weighed my old self-inflating pad. The Z Rest weighs a pound. The self-inflating pad weighs seven ounces more. I’ve had the self-inflating pad self-deflate, so I’m not crazy about it. But if it’ll hold air — Jim’s never had his self-deflate — I feel better about making the switch.  Continue reading

June Camping/Hiking Trip, Day Two

Note: portions of this post were written earlier. Those sections were pasted in as written (with the exception of editing for clarity or glaring typographical errors), and they appear as blue.

Things I have said to myself today:
• It uses the sunscreen or it gets the hose.
• God, give me enough sense to know when it’s time to turn around.

I put on the sunscreen, and I had enough sense to know when it was time to turn around.
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June Camping/Hiking Trip, Part One

Note: portions of this post were written earlier. Those sections were pasted in as written (with the exception of editing for clarity or glaring typographical errors), and they appear as blue.

Several weeks ago, The Hubs decided that we should go camping on the weekend before Independence Day. This is one way in which The Hubs and I differ: he’s very spontaneous. I am the neurotic-overplanner type. While we find our different approaches compliment each other, trying to camp on any summer weekend, especially a four-day holiday weekend, is something one must plan in advance. Months in advance. You may reserve a state park campsite nine months in advance. For holiday weekends, eight months, 29 days is too late. Campsites on Forest Service lands are also reservable; I’m just not sure how far in advance they may be reserved. I do know that every reservable campsite in the Salmon la Sac area was already reserved for this weekend. Continue reading

Ugh. And Ugh.

Race the River Triathlon is in six and half weeks and I’m really half-assing training. The worst part? It’s all self-inflicted. Some of my skipping training has a positive in it – self-care, tending to what needs to be done – but it’s worrying me, nonetheless.

I haven’t run in about four weeks. I have an appointment with an orthopedist next week to check out my knee. I believe I injured it back in February, but I continued training for the Badger Mountain Challenge. Both knees were on fire after the turn-around point in that race. I spent the next four weeks doing a lot of walking and short runs. I thought my knee was fine. Continue reading