These knees have been with me for thirty two years
When I was ten I had a bad accident on my mountain bike.
I remember flying down a hill sideways through gravel.
When I woke up my knees were a bloody mess.
I was in my neighborhood and yet I couldn’t even walk home around a few blocks.
My friend Kelly rode her bike to my house to get my mom and I laid in the hot gravel bleeding.
I remember staying in bed resting for a week after that.
I never played sports in high school and hiked a little, but that was most of my exercise.
Less than two years ago I started running.
I have to say I feel like I have the knees of an eighteen year old.
I can still see jagged ugly scars from the bike accident I had when I was a child but my knees are fantastic.
Well maybe not today.
I just ran / hiked twenty miles in the San Bernardino forest up to San Jacinto peak at 12,000 feet and back.
That is over four thousand feet of altitude gain.