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Coraline is scary. I knew it would be and it is.

Scary- I really hurt my leg. My calf cramped up in a terrible knot of pain and agony on Thursday and I could barely walk. Mike and I had done a very fast run (for me) in the morning and then my friend and I had gone for a hike later in the day. Then, walking into Ellyn's class in the afternoon I almost had to sit down in the middle of the parking lot. Off and on all day it would cramp up and I would be limping. The pain was just above my achilles tendon. I've taken a few days off and my leg is feeling much better. Ellie's new respite caregiver, Zina, a beautiful Russian woman in her 60s gave me a massage on both my legs this morning and it was heaven. Buffy, my sister in law, and Meags gave me advice as well. I love my family!

I can't imagine the frustration of a true athlete getting injured after all of their hard work. This completely freaked me out, the thought of not being able to do the marathon after all of the hours and hours of running. I'm pretty sure I'm all good now, if not a little bit behind. The story of my life.

There is enough shredded cheese on my floor to cheese a large pizza so I had better go- clean- also the story of my life. Game night with friends tonight- Yeah!

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