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
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.