And then God laughed again…

Maybe it was the snap I heard first then the crash and clank of the microwave tumbling onto the floor followed by an obscure curse word that was most likely a combination of a “damn” and “aaahhh” after that it was me gabbing my knee and finally images of not running for a long time flooded my mind. “Their goes the half marathon…”

In the past I took God’s laugh (a sudden and unforeseen change of plans) as a sign that I need a change in life, a little push in a different direction. The last time God laughed I began to run. This time I am devoting more time to writing.

Let me get back to my knee. To be honest I do not know how bad off my knee will be. Tomorrow I will be heading off to get and MRI(the small town hospitable where I ended up apparently only has access to and MRI a few days a week.) I hope this is only a bad sprang but it could also be a torn ligament. I really don't know.

I will not pity myself. I will not feel that this is unfair or unjustified. This is life plain and simple. It sucks-hard, but that is all. I will use the time I am laid up to write and read and to dive into the STEEMIT community. I will explore the in's and out's of the parts of the block chain I never understood before and perhaps check out Steem Monsters if time permits.

and I'm not giving up on running, not by a long shot. I may have to take a pass for a few week and maybe even longer but soon I will walk again. Then I will walk faster and then I will run. and then, perhaps, build wings and fly.

Image credit: Image by Stefan Keller from Pixabay