Worst blogger ever...

So here it is! My second blog after only 4 months. But seriously give me a break, I'm in 247 and have AMAZING friends and homesponsors, so blogging is at the end of the list of things to do.
But here I am, blogging. I'll try to update as best as i can up until Africa, so that Africa can have it's own post.
This semester has been a little rough. Mexico was good, but there were a lot of things I missed. I was very selfish there, and honestly I didn't have a very good time. It was challenging, but I wasn't really up to the challenge at that time. Thankfully though, not everyone on my team had a badattitude like I did, so there was a lot of ministry that was able to get done. During Mexico my knee started hurting worse, but I sort of thought that it was my imagination at times, because I had no reason as to why it hurt so bad. It was periodically getting worse, then better. A week after we got back from Mexico I was playing basketball and turned my knee wrong, and it popped. It hurt to walk after that. So I finally broke down and went to the dr. who sent me to another dr. who sent me to get a MRI(which is amazingly expensive, even with health insurance: it actally cost more 3 times more to get the MRI as opposed to the surgery). The doctor told me i had 2 tears in my meniscus. I was relieved to know that I wasn't crazy and making up all this pain. The problem was that the ironman was like a week and a half after that. So I had a decision to make. Do the ironman(something i had a hard time believing was possible for me) or rightfully sit out. I chose to do it, because I knew that my knee may hurt like hades, and get even more injured, but I already had surgery scheduled for a wk and a half after the ironman. So I chose to do the iron man.
And I accomplished something(with the major help of GOD, my 247 family, and amazing friends) that I didn't think was possible for me. Not only did I accomplish it, I did way better than I thought I would in the swim and bike. The run, well it was more of a walk, but thats because I had no choice. Anyways, I finished the race with six of my closest friends, and it was amazing!
A wk and a half later, I had my surgery. My mom came down to help take care of me, which was good. I didn't have any complications from the surgery, although I had torn a big slice of meniscus probably during the iron man, so they had to take out even more, but it was worth it.
The next couple of weeks I was just trying to recover(which is extremely hard for me, because when it comes to having to 'sit out' from things I am THE most stubborn person in the world).

OKay, I'm caught up except the wk before Africa and Africa, which will be my next post. I'm sorry this was the most boring post in the world, but get over it, and just don't read it again and you'll be fine.

I love my life...yes I do.