Moving Forward...life before, during and after a meniscus transplant

This is  was hanging on the wall in our downstairs room. It's a playroom, sports room, guest room type of room...a catch-all for things that don't go anywhere else in our house.  I saw this race-shrine (not sure what else to call it) on an almost daily basis and it made me happy, proud, excited, nostalgic. Not every race gave a medal, but I loved hanging another medal and race bib on it. I know there are some runners who take issue with the "everyone gets a medal" mindset, and they wouldn't think of displaying those medals, but I was the kind of runner that liked my medals. I'll own that.   Surprisingly, not much has made me "angry" about my former-runner status. My running shoes, my running clothes, my running friends, even running emails...no angry feelings. But my race-shrine has been different. I'm not sure why but it makes me angry to see it. I'm not even sure if angry  is the appropriate name for the feeling. Disappointed, sad, distress...

 This has become my favorite view.  I have at least a hundred pictures from this exact spot, no two are alike, all are beautiful for different reasons.  This is the Philadelphia skyline as seen from the South Street bridge.  I waited (not so) patiently as the bridge was rebuilt, watched in awe as the boardwalk grew out over the water, and watched numerous buildings stretch into the skyline over the past 14 years.  At any given time, there could be one, two, even three cranes blemishing my beautiful skyline pictures.  There is actually one in this picture as well.   This morning (7/31) was my last run over this bridge. It's not the last time I will see this view, nor the last time I will be on foot on this bridge...but I am no longer going to be running to see the sunrise, or the sunset, or the perfectly blue sky, or the really incredible clouds as seen from this bridge.  There were times where I just felt li...