Even my elbows hurt.
Flu in the summer? Who gets that?
It could have been the flu and yet perhaps it wasn't. Maybe some other virus or a bacterial infection, or maybe just exhaustion.
I tried to run on the second day of aching and as it turned out that wasn't a good choice. It was the worst day I felt since my freshman year in college. I moaned incessantly and couldn't get comfortable.
Work had mandatory strategy sessions for two days. In the throes of my aches. And I went anyway.
I sat in hard back chairs and couldn't get comfortable. I was angry at what seemed so unproductive and longed to be horizontal. Yet when I got home I couldn't find a comfortable position.
As I walked in the door, The Boy had a story to tell and I remembered that his sharing is his hello. He's been waiting to envelope me into his world all day.
He exclaimed that he planned to run around the house 17 times. He was training for something.
I grabbed my camera for a different reason and instead captured his running.
Here I was, sidelined because of sickness and there he was, doing it instead. Not because I couldn't, but because he could.
I'd had enough of work this week. And Pinterest. And Facebook. And Twitter. And even comparing words and getting twisted up in feeling worth. less. So we decided to get away and we've packed the car.
Before we go, I'll celebrate feeling better and get in a run. And try for it not to be out of perfection-seeking or pound-dissolving.
Today I'll try to think on what I have.
The moments. The joy. The peace. The smiles. The laugh-till-my-belly-hurts. This life.
"Write for five, short, bold beautiful minutes...
Unscripted and unedited...
Without worrying if it's just right or not."