“Grumble, grumble, grumble, stupid car.”
As I took the bus to work this morning, I was grumbling about my car. I had to drop it off at the mechanics to get some expensive car part thingie fixed. If you need to know the name of good mechanic, let me know, I can pass along the name of mine.
I have to admit I don’t know a lot about car part thingies. I know that I get in the car, put the key in the ignition and if it starts, it works. If it doesn’t, it’s broke.
Kind of like runners. Except there is not really an ignition. Or car part thingies. We just have our legs and various other runner part thingies. Our brain, which sometimes wants us to think the rest of us is broken. And our lungs. Which also want us to think the rest of us is broken.
Broken car part thingies got me thinking about broken runner part thingies. And how sometimes finding a really good mechanic is the difference between running and not running.
My purple shoed friend is dealing with an ongoing thigh injury. I am almost an expert at broken runner part thingies.
Not long after coming back from a traumatic injury, I started to notice a funky thing happening with my ankle. I started to look like my own version of the Elephant Man. The ankle started to swell up like a balloon and each time I ran, it hurt a little more.
My running friends told me to go visit a guy who had the hands of an angel. Donnie is an Active Release Therapist. They also warned me that ART hurts. A lot.
In the interest of being able to continue running, I called my second best friend Teresa, also known as his assistant and booked an appointment with Donnie.
To this day, I don’t know what the problem with my ankle was. I think I want to keep it that way. Some things are best unsaid.
But I have figured one thing out, runner part thingies are like car part thingies, you need to keep the maintenance up or you will end up with a huge bill. Or even worse, having to sell the car for parts.
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