What age were you at your physical prime ??

@TexChik did you get your knee fixed?

@Fullmetal of course , I couldn’t have walked without it. I had a revision of sorts done 12 years later when a piece of cartilage tore loose and my knee locked . They scoped it and cleaned it and some scar tissue out and gave it a steroid bath . No issues since but I don’t jog anymore either .

@TexChik Do you mind me asking about the PTSD? were you a first responder? military?

@DogMan I grew up on a farm, the daughter of two educated people who decided to farm the family land. When I was 5 they decided they could easily buy the components to make methamphetamine. We had 2 glass hot houses that they were growing pot in, and were told making meth would make them rich. By the time I was 6 both of my parents were using. My mother fried her brains on the stuff and laid in bed in her own filth and was completely out of my life. My father transformed into a grotesque and horrifying monster. He delighted in hurting me. Initially, it was just abuse, but then it became torture and savagery. He broke my arm with a baseball bat for asking why Santa never came to our house like he did the kids at school. He pulled me out of school to "home school" me. I was strung up and whipped with and orange extension cord that the had taken the time to cut and have the individual wires exposed at the end and then stripped those so the actual copper was exposed. It would stick into my skin. I learned to stay away from him, sleeping in the barn, and would steal food when I saw him leaving the house. If he caught me he would pour coffee out of the pot, on my back and then burn me with cigarettes to hear me scream. I stupidly kept going back because we lived in the middle of nowhere. I finally noticed a farm about 5 miles away. They had a big light on at night. I started going over there . They had peaches on the tree and in the winter their barn was unlocked and they had a fridge in there with food, and a cot , and blankets and clothes. They were watching me and helping me. They left me notes but I couldnt read, and if they tried to talk to me I ran. When I was 11 , my boobs began to show and my father raped me...or tried. I bashed him with his ashtray and ran, naked, in january in the snow at 2 am to the farm that I got help at. I knocked on the door and momma (they later adopted me) opened the door, saw where I was bleeding and all of my scars and grabbed me screaming and crying and put me in the bath. Daddy got up , took one look and jumped in his truck and dealt with my father harshly until the sheriff arrested what was left. It was almost a year AFTER I was adopted that the PTSD nightmares and panic attacks started. My adoptive parents saved me but the residual damage will always be there.

@TexChik OMG, I am so sorry. I can't even imagine. You sound like you have overcome
most of it as well as can be expected. My dad went through some very horrible stuff in WWII,
but at least he was an adult. It breaks my heart when this shit happens to kids. I hope
someday the night mares subside. My dad did not let the war affect his awake life,
he was a good father and husband, but the nightmares never ended, even while in hospice.
I imagine your health and fitness helps. I wish I knew the right words.
I do wish for your future dreams to be pleasant ones, and your waking hours to be
filled with happiness, you deserve it.
Randy

@DogMan Thanks . The dreams happen but are more annoying than terrifying . I have been very lucky in being able to find ways to cope and being strong enough not to surrender to it.

@TexChik That's cause your a Texas Chick. 😉 Your husband is a lucky guy.