This post should be read to Green Day’s Boulevard of Broken Dreams.
I walk this empty street
On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams
Where the city sleeps
And I’m the only one and I walk alone
Every morning, Denise and I wake up shortly after 5AM to go out for our daily walk/run. We’ve done this probably since we lived in Maine, ten years ago. However, there’s something about me… about my little pea brain, that I’ve known since I began running way back around 1982. I like to exercise alone. When I’m with someone else, no matter the physical activity, I always feel like I have to catch up with or wait for them. I think it’s the downside to my “hospitality gene.” I am driven to accomodate people. “Come on in…” “Would you like something to drink?” I feel like I have to keep the conversation going.
So, when I go out walking or running, I’m constantly keeping tabs on my partner(s) and that takes a lot of energy. I’d probably be an ideal cross country or relay runner. However, when I run by myself, I seem to do a lot more running and a lot less walking. Plus, it’s relaxing because I’m not trying to make my partner(s) happy.
This leads me to another subject: my legs. Those of you, who know the condition of my legs probably wonder why I keep running. Well, actually it seems that a certain amount of walking or running keeps the skin on my reconstructed leg in pretty good shape and the pumping prevents edema in my “good” one. Here’s what my leg looks like today:
This is fairly good condition, but the scarring on my thigh gets red and warm to the touch this time of year. I have wondered why that is over the past five years and have tried a number of possible fixes. I’ve concluded that my leg overheats this time of year with the 10 – 20º spike upward. The leg can probably moderate heat when it is cool outside, but is unable to catch up when it’s warm out, because there’s no soft tissue, sweat glands or hair to dissipate the heat. So, I have to limit my exercise — not too much, but not too little, either.
I was having problems at work, because I stand so long throughout the day. The past six months or so, I’ve been wearing Jobst pressure stockings from the knee down. They keep the swelling down, which keeps the grafted skin (and donor sites) soft, hydrated and attached to my leg! They are definitely hot and get my thigh overheating sooner than normal, but I hit the air conditioner right away and all is well. Pretty amazing, this body of mine! I praise God for His mercies every day.