Housemaid's Knee

Medically known as prepatellar bursitis, http://orthopedics.about.com/cs/patelladisorders/a/kneebursitis.htm, is the current ailment impinging on my fitness regime. 

Wait, actually, I should welcome you to my new outlet for expressing myself so I don't kill something. After much inspiration and encouragement from my friends, I have decided to resume the keyboard in a public manner. End Aside.

Like I was saying, the title of this entry is my attempt at explaining away the fact that I sat in the same spot for more than 12 hours today (with breaks only to use the bathroom, eat, and minimally support my parents as they cleaned out the garage) mostly looking at FB, astrology websites, and new job op's on craigslist. I wasted a whole day that I should have been doing work (to guard against a very near pink slip), putting clothes away, or writing a cover letter.

Mainly, my anger is due to the week I have officially delayed my 5K challenge. I should have been finishing week 6 of the "couch to 5K" challenge http://www.coolrunning.com/engine/2/2_3/181.shtml, but I definitely stopped running to let my knees heal up a bit. Let this be a testament to the dangers of school-based sports - I wouldn't be in this predicament if the coaches understood that I had NO experience with basketball, despite a 6' stature. So instead of being taught the fundamentals, or better yet, not playing at all, I would try to be part of the team, only to jump and clumsily land on my poor, delicate kneecaps.

Now, I live with the consequences of my actions every fall-winter in the form of swollen and painful knee's. However, I firmly declare that I WILL NOT be using the ridiculous braces...no need to continually explain my clumsiness to a rando who looks at me with disgust because I am the epitome of "a waste of height and potential."

Fitness aside, I haven't eaten much since Thursday (due to nerves and over-analysis), but made up for three days, after my epiphany, with todays incessant snacking ritual (Damn the birthday cake, bugles, and reeses cups). So, I wont be on the scale until I complete a hardcore workout session.

So, alas, after a full day of collecting inconsequential inputs for my mind, I am going to attempt to leave the house for some much needed entertainment and amusement on the sidewalks of DMI...the only question is, "Where will this occur?"...definitely NOT at the Paul Wall/White Party where you don't really have to wear white.