This morning I was supposed to run four miles for my training and I couldn't even make it one mile. My knee was KILLING me so I called my doctor from the gym parking lot crying and he squeezed me in for a cortisone shot to the knee cap. I've been instructed to stay off my knee for four days and slowly resume training. This is a pretty major setback when the marathon is less than a month away.
While I was getting the shot I asked Rya to please sit quietly and watch my purse. A few hours later I found this self portrait on my phone proving that she stole a piece of my gum out of my purse. Little shit!