OK. Wait. Sorry Daily Prompt, but I simply can’t adhere to today’s theme and write a post as if my coffee cup was the one doing the writing/talking. I can’t … my mind isn’t working right this morning. You know how some days you have it and some days you don’t? Well, today I most certainly do not and while my melancholy and overall crappy spirits are due in part to my lack of caffeine consumption, there’s a much a bigger issue causing my brain to throb.
I am a runner. Like the kind of semi-obsessed (if one can be “semi” obsessed) runner that has to run every morning or the stars don’t line up correctly. It’s how I start my day – with a calming six miles and a strong cup of coffee – coffee first, road second. But, as for that bigger issue causing my brain to throb … somehow, someway, I seem to have injured myself and as my left knee has now swollen to the point that even my jeans notice, I’m not able to run – and to be completely honest, that sort of scares me. For a lot of people, that won’t make any sense, I mean what’re a few days off? Right? But if you are like me and your personal little universe depends on those six miles, well then you understand that a few days can feel like a cosmic disaster. Right? Gruff.
And so, I guess I’m going to have to wallow in my coffee cup – the one that started this post telling me that “It’s nice to be wanted …” And while I’m at it, since someone seems to be waiving their magic wand and making inanimate objects talk, I might as well have my running shoes join me in my wallowing because they, like me, probably need a good shoulder to cry on today.
Today’s post in conjunction with November’s NaBloPoMo, inspired by The Daily Prompt – Return Address: “Yesterday your pet/baby/inanimate object could read your post. Today, they can write back. Write a post from their point of view.”