I might become one of those athletes who start knitting
since they can’t train.
Wait a second, I don’t want to knit.
I have no skills to knit.
I want to be a triathlete.
Except, no space-aged helmet please.
I'm injured. Poor Me.
Maybe my first mistake was thinking I could trail run as a
winter off-season activity. Maybe I thought a 50K trail run was a good idea. Maybe I’m
suffering now because I’m never satisfied.
I always want to go longer, push the
limits, and try new things. Maybe I can’t do this anymore….
Woe is me.
But I also think there just may be a lesson in here somewhere. Right now I just want to be angry…. I want to
find the lesson. I don’t know what the lesson is yet.
I can’t run but I can ride.
I can’t run but I can swim.
I can’t run but I can do the elliptical.
I can’t run but
But.
I can go to
physical therapy. I can learn about how to make my body stronger and fight this
thing they call aging. This is my new nemesis. Aging.
I will fight it all the
way.
I’m going to ask my physical therapist how I can fight aging by becoming
stronger.
I will not knit.
I will not stay still.
Why do you "want to be angry"? How is that going to help? You are a triathlete. Do you think that you're not? Sometimes it's good to take a break from things for awhile. It helps you appreciate it more when you can get back at it.
ReplyDeleteawesome, kristin. i love the visuals. you are a great writer and have great insight. and let yourself be angry if that is how you feel. i am guessing that you will go farther and find what you want by being honest with yourself, rather than pretending. tracy a. wood
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