My Faith, Priests, and Tattoos

If you know me well, you probably know two things about me. I was raised Catholic and I am no longer Catholic. In fact, I am now what most would define as an atheist. While the latter has been true for several years now, there was never a point in my life where my Catholicism was more important or dominant than when I was in college. At the time, my long-time boyfriend’s parents got divorced somewhat suddenly and in turn, he broke up with me out of the blue. We eventually got back together for several more years, but it was truly devastating to me at the time.

I get why it happened. He thought everything was fine. He thought his parents’ marriage was lacking romance but normal and healthy for them. As it turned out, they had been miserable for a long time and their divorce was much-needed, but to a hormonal teenager or 20-year-old, it was life altering. No longer sure that love was real or relationships could work, he decided we should call it quits. I was my sophomore year of college, when the high school friendships were fading and my previous decisions to put my relationship with my boyfriend above all else were biting me in the butt – I felt like I had no one. My best friend was 2 hours away. My parents were 45 minutes away but I needed them to think everything was fine. My cheerleading teammates were really the only people I had and we spent all of our time together practicing or partying – they weren’t the kind of people you went to with your problems.

So I turned to religion. Continue reading

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She’s Back (to Running)!

I know, I know. I’ve been terrible about updating this. However, I like to think it’s because I’ve been busy living life. Well, watching a crapload of ER (thank you sweet Jesus, I mean Hulu, for streaming all 15 seasons seasons!) and also living life.

I’ve had four shockwave therapy sessions now. The first session was life-changing but I was admittedly a little frustrated after the second session. The relief was so immediate and significant after the first time, that I was super bummed the same was not true after the second time. The big difference was laid before the second session, Dr. T asked me which was more comfortable – lying on my back with my leg up in the air or lying on my stomach. Stomach, obviously! And not just so I could cry into the pillow. So that’s what we did for the second session.

So when I went back for my third session and told Dr. T about the big difference between the first two sessions, he suggested that maybe we needed to stick with the less comfortable position. Sure enough, that did the trick and while sessions #3 and 4 were absolutely MISERABLE, I felt SO much better afterward and the relief lasted for several days each time.

But the big news from session #4 is that I GOT THE OK TO START RUNNING AGAIN! I should actually say “running” in quotes because Dr. T told me I can start with run/walk intervals, no hills, no speedwork, no pain. He said awareness of the hamstring is OK, but actual pain is not. My next appointment with him wasn’t for another 2 weeks so he said to keep up with the cross-training and PT, but to try adding running workouts back into my routine. Continue reading