From a misaligned spine to my car clunk-clunk-clunking, it is evident that things break down.
Never in my life did I think aches and pains would rear their ugly head at me so soon. 30 years old. Alas!
2015 has brought the Boom! (Thank you P.O.D.)
I twist my back to the left and pop. The temporary pain has been appeased. Now, if only it would stay that way…away.
“I got no time for you back pain and old man problems. I need to be running 8-10 miles today. Doing something heroic.”
Like my poorly made Jeep, I find 8-10 miles a long distance to cover in my current shape. Running on a treadmill might’ve been the instigator originally. Whatever the reason, I am sidelined until things are put back into place.
“Friends, I love you. But, I can’t go into that mosh pit and be jostled around. Or, sit in a theater for 3 hours and watch Michael Bay blow stuff up. As much as I might want to.”
I have a newfound respect for those with permanent injuries, and yet, tote them around without grumbling or complaining.
I learn an important lesson through their silence and perseverance. They are mastering their obstacles and blazing new trails, despite their afflictions.
It is amazing, and I want to be more like them.
‘Thank you’ to those fighting through it. I can see something worthwhile in your example everyday.