Joy and Pain. Sunshine and Rain. Good with the Bad. Or, those who can’t do, teach. Dress it up in any idiom you like, not running is less fun than running.
Passed the 4 week mark yesterday, right knee not good at all. Made it to pain free a couple of days ago but then had to scamper to intercept Jedediah on his way to the chicken coop. No more than 20 strides. My running life flashed before me eyes.
The first five steps the stuff my dreams are made of. Powerful and immediate, covering a midrace move, instantly at full speed. The next five strides continuing to turn the clock back to days of a fleeter guru. Five more and Reality began to set in. Stride sixteen losing the elasticity and length of youth. Seventeen a hint, eighteen a hammer. Nineteen the familiar bone on bone grind. Twenty, I now realize, perhaps the final step I’ll ever run again.
Not a sad day though. I’ll limp my way through this Grand Design. Count all the bees in the hive, chase all the clouds from the sky.
And live by those words of inspiration: Don’t Dream It, Be It.
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