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— Sofia Canlas
Being the flower stand out the photo, it acts like the leader of the tiny mounds surrounding it and uniting them all together to form as one.
Common name: Biznaguita Scientific name: Mammillaria duwei Place: Angeles City, Pampanga, Philippines
Happy 19th birthday to my little sister. Even though you annoy me and always follow me around I will always and forever love you. But you still ugly doee❤🎂🎁🎉 #piccollage #littlesister #Canlas #birthday #family #loveyou #ig
Some Dreams Have a Price Tag
Some of the best things in life take time to happen
It’s so easy to tell a friend that. Things only become so much harder when you are the one who has to do the waiting.
I am currently serving my time and it has not been easy, especially when patiently waiting has never been one of my more laudable talents.
I have been in an emotional warp zone lately when my running future had been bleak.
As I have mentioned in several blog entries already, the culprit was the persistent pain on the sides of my right knee every time I run. I kept putting off my visit to the doctor, as to me, the pain would go away as soon as my next run. This may sound so irresponsible and stupid even, but the high would always overcompensate for the pain that really, I did not mind what I thought was a small price to pay. Blame it on the endorphin!
Now I can say life has come full circle, with a turnaround time of one week.
Wednesday (11 March) – The sharp, piercing pain made it hard for me to stretch my legs properly even when seated. I ran 12K after work so that I would be in crippling pain the next day and have enough motivation to see an orthopedic doctor.
Thursday (12 March) – Went to Cardinal Santos and looked for a sports doctor. I was referred to Dr. T who after feeling the cap and joints of my knees, asked me to have an x-ray on the AP (front) and laterals of my knees. It was my first time EVER to have an x-ray. I told a friend right after I didn’t know x-rays hurt like sh*t. Since of course I had a probable dislocation or swelling somewhere, it took not one, not two but FOUR lab technicians to get me to the right angle for a good x-ray. And it all happened while I was screaming in pain, as though my kidneys were being taken out without anesthesia. Spell traumatic.
As if that was not punishment enough, I was asked not to run in the next 3 days or until the doctor has seen the x-ray plates. Sure, 3 days was not a very long time, I’ve even gone run-less for as long as 6 days on weekends I was out of town. But 3 days because I was injured (?!) was unheard of.
Saturday (14 March) – It was very melodramatic, the way the news was broken to me. As soon as Dr. JT had a good look at my x-ray plates, he turned to me and asked “Is running your life?” I instantly broke into tears upon hearing his words. Any sane medical practitioner would not use such awful introduction only to make a nasty joke of it eventually. Many of the things he said garbled out after he said the meat of the matter. (Click here for the medical bulletin.)
Good news: You can still run.
Bad news: Not your usual mileage, though.
I asked whether 5K was short enough. To my horror, he said 5K was long enough. I was advised I can only run 2K, two times a week. Thought balloon: Are you kidding me???!!! 2K???? Ano yon, balato?! He continued by saying if I ran my usual mileage (average of 28-35 K a week if not preparing for a race), my legs would age like I were 60 when I hit 32. And so his words of encouragement, instructions on how to manage pain and suggestion to shift to another sport drowned somewhere in the airwaves and never reached my consciousness.
That day was sheer torture. My dreams of running the New York Marathon in 3 years, running with my future husband and kids, doing the one thing I love to do and my only escape from dieting when I’m in my 40’s… GONE. All gone. All hopes about running in my old age were shot that day. You can just imagine the buckets I cried and how much bad vibes rubbed off on Chaw when I called her minutes after stepping out from the doctor’s clinic. The finality of things, albeit heavy, did not want to sink in me.
Monday (16 March) – I was not so pleased when my Condura race kit was handed to me (my officemate who I rarely see registered for me days before I saw Dr.T). Sure, how the heck was I supposed to get excited over something that would lead me to eternal damnation?!
In the course of telling my story to Lisa, officemate and one of my favorite running moms, suggested that I see Canlas. Ah yeah, Dr. Raul Canlas. He has always been a unicorn to me, some mythical figure who does wonders to injured athlete’s careers. He has the reputation of being the most aggressive sports medicine practitioner. His roster of high profile patients from the PBA and other professional/hardcore athletes are living testimonies that this guy is not going to let you sulk and age away without continuing your sport. Hello, his patients who under go ACL surgeries are out patients!!! I would have ran to Moro Lorenzo in Ateneo in a heartbeat but I did not have my x-ray plates that time to hear what I wanted and needed to hear from him.
Wednesday (18 March) – Since Canlas does not hold office on Tuesdays, I made sure I was first in the long queue of people who seem him at St. Lukes.
Dr. Canlas: What brought you hear today?
Winna: Some doctor said I can’t run anymore..
Dr. Canlas: Who told you that? Why did he say that?
I would like to thank the most loyal of friends who rallied behind me and arranged for an emergency dinner when I got the results of the x-ray and those who cared enough to even read my injury chronicle. C
This is going to bore you bigtime if you’re not into running…
pinaSince the start of the year, I’ve been feeling persistent pain on my right knee even though I have always been very particular with stretching, warm up and cool down. I would just my usual 7K four times a week and would only run longer if there was an upcoming race. Having such high tolerance for pain, it did not even cross my mind that the pain was my body’s way of flagging an injury.
He concluded that the pain I’ve been experiencing was essentially caused by my being knock-kneed (my self-diagnosis was correct! Hah!) I would like to you to focus your attention now on the ilitobial band please—
Its function during running is to control and decelerate adduction (the movement of the leg to of the upper part of the leg. it's the movement of an anatomical structure toward the body's midline (pronation). And it's this very motion which requires constant control during running.
Again, since my anatomical makeup predisposes me to overpronate (the rolling of the leg inwards when it strikes the ground). When the iliotibial band become fatigued and overloaded, they lose their ability to adequately stabilize the entire leg. This in-turn places stress on the knee joint, which results in pain and damage to the structures that make up the knee joint.
http://www.thestretchinghandbook.com/archives/knee-pain.php