I banged up my knee this week. I banged it up real good. Somewhere between sprints and yoga and circuits and treadmill workouts, my knee decided to take part in the government shutdown and go on furlough in solidarity. It hurts super bad. And I lent my foam roller to B, so the one time I really need it, I don't have it. Come back to me, foam roller! Come home!
But really, what am I going to do other than laugh it off? In the case of food poisoning, drink ginger ale (actually in the case of food poisoning, send out a SOS text message and have Listerine and ginger ale brought to you). In the case of a knee injury, ice it. Because life, especially daily life, is made up of a million moments - good, bad, and otherwise. And where I'm at right now means that I want to love the good and tell funny stories about the bad and appreciate everything else.
Like fall and Boston and afternoon sunshine. The bum knee and the food poisoning can't take anything away from that.