So what if it’s been six and a half months since I could run? So what if it’s been six and a half months since my favorite dresses and pants fit me properly? So fucking what, indeed.* It’s not like I’m a cripple, or a cow. I’m still mobile and beautiful. (Also smart, funny, helpful–and did I mention humble?)
Honestly, this tale of woe about my plantar fasciits and “inability” to exercise has gotten pretty [insert profanity of your choice here] boring. Whah whah whah? It’s more, “Blah blah blah.” STFU, TK. Get over your shit and do something.
It’s not like you can’t. Not knowing what or how is no reason to ignore the problem. Heck, you didn’t know how to get a divorce or change a destructive pattern of behavior but you figured those things out and are happier for it.
I get it, TK. I remember what you’re like. Nothing happens until you are completely and utterly done with whatever the bullshit is.
So finally you have given up on the stubborn insistence that you have no viable options over your pernicious case of plantar fasciitis. Good! It only took six and a half months, that’s nothing compared with how long you used to put up with asshead boyfriends, two-faced friends, and your numb reliance on all sorts of vices to escape from imperfection.
Since no one’s perfect, you’re off the hook TK. The days of all or nothing are far behind you, which means: a little bit of this and a little bit of that.
We like that lawn a whole lot better, now don’t we.
So: swim a little, PT a little, use the bike at the gym a little. Who cares if you’re not good at anything? At least you’re moving. Have a little less wine, and your little bit of dairy can come in the form of your homemade ice cream.
Now get after it, before I kick your ass.
*If I use “fucking,” do you think the “indeed” is redundant?
IT’S ALL NOW TO YOU/THERE AIN’T NO BEFORE. — Elliott Smith
Have you asked about stem cell therapy? There was a report in a coaching mag about it being used down here with success for PF injuries.
If you figure out how to swim and bike maybe we can plan to do the NYC triathlon together next year. How cool would that be??
❤ this. i identify.
Fucking A!
You already knew all this. It just took awhile for your own brain to wrap itself around it all. I love you, TK.