Out for the count

Christmas and New Year are over and 2025 is having trouble getting started. I had some trouble getting started myself this morning. After drifting into and out of the void for most of the AM hours, I finally pulled myself out of the sack, over the wall, and into that bright sunlight of consciousness. At quarter after ten. Waking up is so much harder when you can’t run. I have tried running a few times over the past couple weeks, but after a minute or two, my right knee inevitably starts screaming at me to stop. I’m pretty sure it’s fractured. This is, by far in a way, the most frustrating injury I’ve ever had. Partly because it wasn’t really even my fault. I had a green light, the “walk” signal was on, I looked both ways, didn’t see anything, and proceeded across Johnny Nollen as I had thousands of times before. Then bang! Out of the dark fog a car must have come through and the next thing I know I’m on the ground and my head is bleeding and my knees are fubar and I don’t know what just happened? The car never did stop. I doubt the driver even knew they’d hit me. Probably they were texting or gushing on their cell-phone. I sometimes wish I could kick the a-hole who blew through that stoplight on the morning of November 25th. Okay, I’m kidding. I’d never wish to inflict harm upon anyone. Vengeance, appealing as it seems at times, is not the solution.

It’s sort of depressing, having a running blog and not being able to run. I get a lot of thoughts when I run. It is while I am running that my creative juices really flow. Most mornings, I have been able to drag myself out of the sack and walk a measly mile or two. But walking doesn’t seem to do it for me. The juices can’t seem to get warmed up in this cold weather. Now that I’m injured and can’t run, my creative juices have nowhere to flow. The juice just sits there on the shelf in the dark and grows sour. So don’t expect any good writing to come from this blog in the near future. Not until I’m up and running again anyway.