A month after the February 9 crash, I’m still hobbled by two sprained ankles, two sprained knees, and a torn calf muscle. And I can’t seem to focus for very long, or for very much of the day, on work or on anything else.
I’m stuck between two conflicting desires: One, to relax into the pain and loss, and take more time to heal; the other, to move on, not “back to normal,” but ahead, with purpose.
My usual mode to resolve this kind of dilemma would be to take a long walk, or to drain off my energies on the bike.
Instead, I hobble. And dither.
