Here I go…again.
I’m injured. Unsure how. My doctor thinks I banged my thumb. Either way, I have strained a ligament in my thumb. It just looks weird; it doesn’t hurt. Still, it sucks. I’m avoiding lifting heavy. I just want to be injury free.
God…
Here I go…again.
I’m injured. Unsure how. My doctor thinks I banged my thumb. Either way, I have strained a ligament in my thumb. It just looks weird; it doesn’t hurt. Still, it sucks. I’m avoiding lifting heavy. I just want to be injury free.
God…

I’m injured.
Again.
This time it’s a calf strain. I rested one week but then ran three miles on Saturday, and it’s back. It’s annoying as hell.
Now, I’m going to have to wait two weeks probably. No running or jumping.
This just sucks. I’m pissed off at my body, my age, my inability to bounce back from these things. Yet, there’s nothing I can do but wait.
As much as it sucks.
Now, my left knee hurts.
I must have tweaked it.
Somehow.
My mind follows where my body leads.

When I’m pissed off that my body is aging, my day sucks. Â It just does. Â It’s cloudy and murky and hard to concentrate on anything.
Rest. Â Again. Â That’s all I can do. Â And it’s extremely frustrating…
Throw in the fact I’m restless again about the path I’m on (which means something has to change) and this week has been dismal.
I try to look on the positive. Â The good things in life. Â God. Â That gets me through…
But it won’t be the same until my knee heals. Â And time is in control…