How Old Am I?

I have never dreamed of getting old. Not that I am afraid to get old, more like I never want to stop being young. These past few years my body has felt “old”. All of the symptoms they suggest of aging I have been experiencing. Well I have escaped one; my hair is not turning colors yet. I love being active and outside. Hiking, mountain biking, skiing, playing hockey, and my newfound love of road biking have almost hurried up the ageing process. This next week I pray that years will be taken off my old body, and for the first time in a long while, I will start to feel 23 again.

But they say it is always darkest just before dawn. In order for me to be comfortable in the rehabbing process I have moved into my grandmothers living room. Talk about feeling “old”! Antiques, chiming clocks, and the little boy who is painted in the 1700’s are watching over me day and night. Please don’t get me wrong; I am very excited to be at home getting taken care of. My family really is the best in the world and my parents have already sacrificed so much for me. 

We leave tomorrow, Sunday morning, for Vail. I am started to get a few butterflies and already having a tough time sleeping. Keep us in your thoughts and prayers as we have a long week ahead of us. There will not be much to report tomorrow, but Monday is a full day so I should be able to blog then. Thank you for your support!

One Less Day

The Waiting Game

Playing a “Waiting Game” for two and a half years starts to makes injury feel like real life. The fact that I have put passions aside because of my inability to participate has started to mess with my mind. I have wondered if I would ever get back on ice to play a real game of hockey, buckle my ski boots for a power day, or even run. The “Waiting Game” has changed my life and been exactly what I have needed.

The best news is that the Waiting Game is over!

Sunday morning we are headed 789 miles south to Vail, Colorado. It is time for my hip to be fixed! We have pre-op appointments all day on Monday with surgery scheduled for Tuesday morning. My mom and dad (the best parents in the world) will be driving me down and will be playing nurse for the week. Keep your fingers crossed that I don’t have to be in the hospital over night on Tuesday. Starting Wednesday I will be in physical therapy twice a day through Saturday. If everything goes as plan, we will make the three-hour trek to Denver for a night in a hotel. Sunday morning Michele and I will be on a flight back to Bozeman, as Mark takes on the open road driving back to Montana.

The emotions are mixed as I am anticipating surgery. This past year of working hard to take as much weight off as possible leaves me to believe that I can do anything for a short period of time. Thank you all for your encouragement as I start into a long summer of rehab.

One Less Day