Old selfies at midnight to remind myself I’m not always an actual slug
A shitty thing
So my dad came and took my car today. That isn’t the shitty thing, I gave it to him, but I was talking to him at lunch and I mentioned that I’ve been running more recently.
He’s been having issues with his leg; actually, he’s had them for a long time, but now he’s finally trying to get it sorted out. At least, he wants to figure out what is wrong, so it can be managed.
He doesn’t really like to talk about it; it’s nerve damage, to some extent, only in one leg, and he’s had multiple MRIs and seen several doctors and no one knows what’s wrong.
He likes to joke that he needs House’s phone number.
So he mentioned today that he’ll probably never be able to run again, and that just gutted me.
He loves running. He’s never been like a marathoner or anything, but he used to run 4-6 miles several times a week just because he loves it.
Running was just fun for him.
He would run crazy trail runs because he thinks flat ground is boring. He loved to run in the rain and the mud and just get dirty and plough through like a kid.
And he’ll probably never be able to run again.
I know people always say run and exercise and just move for those who can’t but, fuck, this exemplified that for me like nothing else has before.
Grandparents, why do you just sit?
You have no reading materials
you aren’t watching anything
what do you think of for hours at a time
tell me please I must know