This is my first non-political diary in 3+ years as an active Kossack.
I have little doubt that Ted Kennedy's passing was the trigger to this reflection on knees, aging, happiness, and redemption
I'm 52 and my entire life has been filled with daily physical activity ...
Downhill skiing, XC-skiing, Soccer, Baselball/softball, Hiking, Swimming, Mountain biking, Climbing, Running, Yoga
... and plenty of hours at the gym lifting weights and doing organized aerobics.
Along the way I've had more than my fair share of injuries requiring hospitalization and/or surgery.
A partial list only would include; fractured wrist (bone graft), blown ACL (ACL replacement), fractured radius, elbow tendonitis (calcium deposit scraping), bone spur (surgical removal), meniscal tear (arthroscopic surgery), and various contusions, cuts, and gashes requiring suturing and bandaging.
This level of activity and variety of injury has, over the years, taken a cumulative toll on my body.
Even so, I'd managed to sucessfully heal and/or modify athletic pursuits to match my current state of physical well being without having to surrender an active life.
That is until recently ...
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