I broke down and bought a knee brace. Today I wore it on the treadmill for the first time. It is like a rite of passage, this weakness. Something worthy of acknowledgement.
On this day in the year 2007, I join my sister and my father in the family Bad Knee Club. As the newest member, I accept responsibility for bringing refreshments to our next club meeting. How do little meatballs sound?
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