I Didn’t Want to Write This
As I write this, it is Saturday at 6 a.m. Normally, I would be getting ready for an enjoyable morning run with my friends. Not today. This morning, I’m lying down with a bag of frozen peas on my knee. As much as I wanted to get out, the wise move was to take this Saturday morning off and let my painful and bruised knee heal.
On my Thursday night run, I ended up tripping on an ever-so-slight uneven surface and went down hard. Sitting in a bit of shock, I assessed the damage to my knee. I also evaluated the condition of my very nice, Galaxy Note 4 phone. Since I was watching my time on Run Keeper, the phone was in my hand and hit the concrete. It’s in a good case and has an expensive ZAGG glass cover on the screen, which did crack. My knee was pretty messed up. Thankfully, the phone was OK.
Although I meet up with the group for these runs, I take off on my own because I am so slow. That’s part of the charm for me. Saturday morning is my time to decompress and I go at my own pace. I can choose where I want to go and how fast I want to get there. (It’s never very fast.) I listen to music, or books. Currently, I’m listening to Tina Fey’s book, “Bossy Pants,” which reads like a Saturday Night Live sketch.
I’ve shared before that I was a cripple for most of my life from a motocross racing injury. In 2011, I had an ankle fusion surgery, which gave me my life back. With my fused ankle, I’ve been pretty amazed at the things I’ve been able to do. For Christmas, my wife got me a medal rack and it’s getting loaded with medals representing various accomplishments—primarily 5Ks. When I consider where I was at just a few years ago, I am pretty proud of these medals.