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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. |
The Knees of a Teenager