Good day.
Our son's team qualified for Sectionals in Cross Country. I am proud of him. He is a freshman and has ran every race on the varsity team. He finishes back of the pack but the experience he is getting right now by getting his butt whipped at this young age is worth a ton by the time he will be a junior and senior.
The shot has not started working. The little voice in my head tells me that my knee is so shredded that a little medicine shot into my kneecap and some pills aren't going to make much of a difference. I am afraid that the little voice might be "reason" this time. In all honesty, the thought of going yet ANOTHER day without running is suffocating.
I am not sure what I am going to do. I understand that if I have knee surgery it will be minor compared to the 3 hour knee surgery that I have already had . . . .it is not the surgery that I am worried about . . . .it is the realization that I am wearing my body out. Regardless of my faith, I have a hard time coming to grips with my own mortality. And I would guess . . . .if people were REALLY honest with themselves, I'm not the only one.
For those of you who read this that I do not know . . . .I understand that I have a tendency of writing about some of the more honest, darker shades of life! For those that KNOW me, I am also a great "liver" of life. I am just at the point in my life where if getting older bothers then it bothers me . . .no more games. If I'm pissed, I'm pissed. If I'm scared, I'm scared. The one thing that I won't die of is keeping things inside . . .including love. God has a plan . . . .
