Adjusting....

ad·just
–verb
1. to change (something) so that it fits, corresponds, or conforms; adapt; accommodate: to adjust expenses to income.
2. to put in good working order; regulate; bring to a proper state or position: to adjust an instrument.
3. to settle or bring to a satisfactory state, so that parties are agreed in the result: to adjust our differences.

I am having to adjust a lot of things in my life right now, all of which I am doing reluctantly. The first of which, happens to fall under Webster's number 2 definition of "adjust," and that would be my body.

Seems all this running and pounding I've been doing almost daily has put my pelvis all out of whack, which it is prone to do from an old fractured SI joint I damaged back in my pro dancing days. So, on Saturday when Kera and I were running and I felt something excruciatingly painful in my knee, I didn't push it, and went right to the chiropractor. And, he says an "adjustment" is just what I needed to take the pressure off of one area on my knee. It's still sore, but I'm going to see a sports medicine specialist on Wednesday, so hopefully I'll be back in running order in no time.

The next "adjustment" is one that falls under definition number 1: the adjustment of my marathon day vision. This one is the hardest one for me to make, and I still can't quite comprehend it. I'm talking about race day without my Kristi. Oh, it hurts to even type it! As Kera posted, Kristi and her husband, Phil, were in a terrible car accident, and they're pretty roughed up. I am so grateful they weren't seriously injured, but oh, how I am considering hunting the other driver down and giving him a piece of my mind! DOES HE KNOW WHAT HE'S DONE??!?!?!?!? He's taken a girl who's worked so hard for months and made it so she might not be able to complete a goal of a lifetime, and he's crushed her BFF in the process! It's selfish, and I am embracing the selfishness, but I have visualized us running this race together for YEARS and with one smash of a car, I am now having to face the harsh reality that I may have to do this alone, without Kristi, my pacesetter and beloved running buddy, by my side. I don't know if I can do it!

And, now our running group is down two of its future-hot-jeans-mamas with Kimmie's injury and car accident. Kimmie, I am so sorry! I hope you'll be able to do it! This whole situation is so very wrong!!!!!!

And so, I'm trying to "adjust," in number 3's definition of the word: I'm trying to settle in a satisfactory state. No matter what happens come April 19th, I want you 5 ladies to know how much I love and admire all of you! You've made 5 months of training a memory worth keeping, and I can't wait for our next adventure! (that's right, I'm already planning our next race-- who's in?!?!?)

Adjusting is hard.