It’s only Wednesday, but the week has already begun to wear on me. I woke up to the chime of myMAN’s alarm and suddenly realized it was not Saturday. Not good. After he left (or maybe before), the disappointment of a stiffer and stiffer body started up again. The poor me melancholy-mite resumed its burrowing under my skin. Sniffle.
After surviving yet another kid-drop (I fear the task of crossing the 3 lanes of traffic to enter the school parking lot will kill someone one of these days), I made a b-line to Peets. There, I ran into School-mom-extraordinaire. She was moving slowly and, when I inquired, I was humbled by her story of surgery and related complications. Mentally, I slapped my arm in an effort to knock a little sense of reality into the melancholy-mite that has been burrowing under my skin.
Yup. I broke my toe, my foot hurts, and now my back is starting up it’s uncomfortableness too. But it’s just a minor setback; indeed, it’s nothing I cannot handle.
If you have a similar experience to share, please do. I’m sure we all could benefit.
I broke my thumb on a bike ride – another cyclist slammed into me. Wah. The next day, another athlete was hit by a car – she was in a coma and is out now but has a long, hard road ahead of her recovering from TBI and there’s no knowing how that will go.
Another friend just had some weird auto-immune reaction that is wreaking havoc on her body – migraines, sciatica, pain.
My thumb did not heal well in the first cast and I had surgery and now I’m in a bigger cast. I can’t train for a while and I’m trying to get to Ironman Canada on Aug 25. You know what? Big deal. It’s only a thumb and it’s only a race and I’ll be fine. I am grateful